The Merry Month of May


There’s an old show tune “June Is Bustin’ Out All Over.” 

  • I have never really understood that title.
  • It seems to me that MAY is really the month everyone should be singing about.
  • It’s one of the most lovely months of the year.
  • The whole world seems to be in bloom and the leaves are putting on garments of green.
  • How beautiful to observe and how sweet the fragrance all around us.
  • Of course, you understand, that I’m a little prejudice about this month.
  • I was born in May, so was one of our daughters, a grandson and a sister-in-law.
  • For our family May is truly a month of beginnings.
  • My Mother once told me “I don’t want any more May birthdays.”
  • My reply to her was: “You started it.”

When I was a child in Missouri, we still participated in an old custom.

  • We left MAY BASKETS on the door steps of neighbors and friends.
  • Containers were made out of whatever materials were available.
  • It might be bottles, cans, baskets or even construction paper.
  • These “baskets” were lovingly assembled, decorated and filled with flowers from our back yard.
  • Then, with a sense of anticipation, you slipped up to the neighbor’s front door, hung your basket on the doorknob, rang the bell and ran.
  • Too bad this custom has been abandoned.
  • It was a treat both for the “giver and the givee.”

MAY also is for Mothers and that includes many of us.

  • Ever since I can remember, my number one desire was to be a wife and mother.
  • Graciously God has allowed me both privileges.
  • Sad to say, that society now seems to look down on women who have that ambition.
  • Education, career, position and all the clutter that goes with it is now the ideal taught to women.
  • There’s nothing wrong with any of those goals as long as they are kept in the right perspective.

There is no higher calling from God for a woman than that of a Mother.

  • It is a sacred trust to mold the life of a child.
  • It takes time, years and energy to accomplish this task.
  • It is hard work that most of the time goes unnoticed.
  • It sometimes is heartbreaking work.
  • It is honorable.
  • It is laughter and it is tears.
  • Finally, after all the work, it is a time of letting go.

So, to Mothers everywhere; MAY is your month.

  • To my Mother who is now gone, “Thank you for what you have given me of yourself.
  • You are never far from me because I carry you in my heart, in my thoughts and in the strength you have passed on to me.”


“To live in hearts we leave behind is not to die.”

(Thomas Campbell)

Life's Journey, Poems/Songs

The Rose


…….February 7, 2015


 Some say love, it is a river

That drowns the tender reed.

Some say love, it is a razor

That leaves your soul to bleed.

Some say love, it is a hunger,

An endless aching need.

I say love, it is a flower,

And YOU its only seed.


It’s the heart afraid of breaking

That never learns to dance.

It’s the dream afraid of waking

That never takes the chance.

It’s the one who won’t be taken,

Who cannot seem to give,

And the soul afraid of dyin’

That never learns to live.


When the night has been too lonely

And the road has been too long,

And you think that love is only

For the lucky and the strong,

Just remember in the winter

Far beneath the bitter snows

Lies the seed that with the sun’s love



Above all the months of the year, February is the month of love.

  • Because of February’s theme some people choose to get engaged or married during this month.
  • Many times the fourteenth becomes their special date.
  • February celebrates our personal valentines with cards and gifts.
  • This time of year has romance, hearts, flowers (especially Roses), candy and lovely songs that speak to us of love.

I would venture to guess that Roses are the number one favorite flower of a large percentage of people in this world.

  • Their beauty, variety and form is unsurpassed.
  • One of the most expensive perfumes in the world “Joy” comes from lavender roses.

Roses are not easy to raise. It takes attention and care to establish a young Rose bush. 

  • You can’t just plop them in the ground anywhere.
  • They need a specific spot, the correct soil, the right amount of light and water.
  • The most surprising thing to me was how deep and big of a hole has to be dug before you can plant a new Rose bush.
  • As the roots become established it is then time to be alert to pests.
  • They like to hide on the underside of the leaves to do their damage.
  • If ignored, the plant can easily die; especially a young one.

The best time to cut Roses is when the bud is fully developed, but not quite yet in full bloom.

  • That’s when all the preparation pays off and for a few days we enjoy the form, color and sweet scent of a Rose.
  • If you choose not to cut the blooms for your pleasure then you must remove the dead blooms.
  • A Rose will produce more if new or old blooms are continually removed.

Finally, when their growing and blooming season is over they need to be pruned. 

  • This can be difficult to do but is a necessary process to ensure a healthy future.
  • You must trim back the older branches; sometimes quite severely.
  • This encourages a stronger plant and even more blooming during it’s next cycle of life.
  • Although it’s beauty is now hidden the Rose will bloom again.

The song “The Rose” is a thoughtful song, not necessarily about romantic love.

  • The message of this song is about life and how we decide to live it.
  • It’s about choices and living our lives from the inside out.
  • It’s about taking a chance and putting yourself out there.
  • It’s about our dreams and disappointments.
  • It’s about being broken, but getting back up and starting again.
  • It’s message is about life, death and rebirth.

As you have read the past few words, I trust you will think about what has been said. Note the parallels of “The Rose” that apply to your life and faith. We can all take comfort in knowing that after winter has spent itself…….“The Rose” will bloom again.

“Remember, anyone can love a rose,

but it takes a great heart to include the thorns.”



**Composed: by Amanda McBroom, 1977 – – Sung by Bette Midler