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| First, I chose your Mother. Many years ago, she picked cotton and I knew that she could do very well at picking flowers for me. As a matter of fact, she taught you and your sister how to pick cotton too. JUST a minute I said!! You may ask my sister if she is ready for picking flowers, but I’m sure not! Sorry, I did not mean to interrupt you. Thank you, God said. Next I chose Peggy, as she was a hard worker and could talk at the same time. But, I am going to have Mary to watch over her. She does real good at working, but she sure likes to talk. Sometimes, the other Angels move away from her as she talks now more than she works. But then again, she has the other Angels talking instead of picking flowers. Next, I chose your Uncle as I needed a Supervisor for the Angels. I am sure he will be a good supervisor by the number of children he raised. But, I am going to have to watch over him. He gets the Angels to the right field for picking flowers, but then he goes on a coffee break. I may have to work him a few double shifts now and then. |
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| God, I have one small little favor to ask of you. What is it, God asked? If you see that later on that you really could do without them, would you please send them back to us, as we sure miss them. Why do the Angels pick so many flowers? What are the flowers for, anyway? Well you see young man, the flowers are like people. When they are born, they sprout up and go thru life being beautiful. But, as they grow older they begin to wilt. That is when the Angels begin to pick those flowers. The flowers are for The Masters Bouquet.. They pick Roses, Carnations, Tulips, and many wild flowers. |
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| The operator suddenly came on and disconnected us. She said, “times up”. Have a nice day. The talk with God left me with a piece of mind. Not confused as before. I realized that each of us is a certain kind of flower in The Master’s Bouquet. I would not mind one little bit, if I was a wild flower growing beside a dirt country road. For I know that I would be picked as they each loved wildflowers. PS. If you are out riding around some night, and you find yourself on a dirt country road, and you should see a light in the far distance across an empty field: It might not be the type of light that you and me are accustomed to seeing, It just might be an Angel picking flowers. |
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