The term late bloomer took on an enlarged meaning for me last year. In early winter, I noticed that the butterfly bush in our simple, backyard perennial garden had really blossomed and grown. And I kept seeing a lone yellow butterfly fluttering around it, pausing every now and then to taste of the plant’s sweet nectar.
Growing older can mean growing stronger. We can still bear “fruit”–that which gives evidence of life and vitality. But how?
All of us have issues with forgetfulness, but what about God? Does God Have Selective Memory?