A prayer for one time doesn't heal a broken heart by Tracy Miles.

He heals the broken hearted and bandages their wounds, some 147 verse 3.

I thought they were dead for sure.

20 years ago I planted four Gardinia bushes against the back wall of my house because I'd

always loved the dainty white petals and their sweet clean fragrance but I never

imagined those tiny bushes would one day be bigger around than my arms could stretch and

stand as tall as I am. And I definitely never imagined that every spring and summer

we'd be blessed with hundreds of Gardia flowers for weeks.

Eventually, my children learned to share my excitement each April when tiny little buds

would begin peeking out amongst the lush green leaves.

Then we'd anxiously await May and June when all four bushes would explode with beautiful

white blossoms. I'd cut blossoms off the bushes and took them into a vase on my kitchen table,

enjoying the scent which permeated my home. But then it happened.

Last year I hired someone to trim the bushes due to their enormous size. A few months later

when they looked like stacks of

scraggly sticks I became worried. Then this past spring my fears became

reality. It was then I learned it hadn't been the right time of year for trimming

bushes.

April rolled around, no guardenias, then May, no guardenias.

When June came and went and still no guardenias, I gave up hope certain they were dead forever. But lo and behold, in July, one

gorgeous little bloom suddenly popped out. I was so excited I took a picture and texted

my kids. Then I plucked that one little fragrant flower and put it into a tiny vase.

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