What a delightful surprise to find my hibiscus blooming this morning. When I opened my garage door and looked out and there it was smiling up at me.
As cold weather set in, I decided to try and save my three small hibiscuses by putting them in a pot and keeping them in the garage all winter. With warm temperatures above normal, I began to set them outside the door. I noticed that a bud was forming. It sat without much change for the past two weeks, and now on the last day of the year it opened into this beautiful flower.
What a message of hope that the beauty of life will go on in 2022!
Hibiscus bloom shines
Defying mid-winter’s chill
Hope for the new year
Photos: Dwight L. Roth
I did this painting was for a friend of mine who gave it to her sister for Christmas in 2020. Little did we dream in 2019 that being out and running free would take on a whole new meaning in 2020. When Covid-19 arrived we all began to feel the restriction of freedom as lockdowns occurred all over the world. Many of us stayed at home and only dreamed of getting out and running free once again. We realized how important it is to be able to run free with our family and friends.
Running free holds new meaning
When life is at stake
Painting: Dwight L. Roth
This beautiful block print was done by my granddaughter and given to us as a Christmas gift. If you look at it, you can see both a positive and negative rose. This is just like life. Sometimes the roses shine bright and are easy to see. Other times they may be dark and harder to see. I believe it is important to understand the relationship between the two.
Life’s bright roses bloom
While shadows linger nearby
Thorns keep us careful
Block Print: Molly Roth
We were married two days after Christmas 52 years ago. Time has flown as we watched the whole world change around us. My first classroom had slate chalk boards. I typed my purple masters for school on a big black typewriter with keys, arms, and a ribbon! Our TV was black and white with 13 channels and an antenna on the roof. We had a pushbutton telephone mounted on the wall. Seatbelts were not required when riding in our car. The Viet Nam War was still going strong. We had a record player with 33 1/3 vinyl records, as well as a cassette tape recorder for music. It is amazing how much has changed since then.
As we reflected on our past years of marriage. she came up with this jingle that sums up our years together. I thought it was perfect!
Fifty-two years of hit and miss bliss!
Photos from our trip to Myrtle Beach 2012
In the midst of Faith’s dark winter
Anticipating an end
of overshadowing darkness
brought on by Roman occupation…
A child is born
Faith’s Winter Solstice of sorts
Light of God’s Love
Piercing the Darkness
Hope is reborn
in life’s darkest time
A message of God’s Love and Grace
that forever changed the world
“In him was life, and that life was the light of all mankind. The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it.” ~John 1 NKJV
Painting, Piercing the Darkness: Dwight L. Roth
A seed in every sparkle
Welcomes cold Winter Solstice
and… another pandemic holiday!
iPhone Photos from my walk today
This is my watercolor painting from this afternoon. The warm weather we have been having has been great for painting in my garage.
Winter days grow dark
Cursing the darkness won’t help
Just light a candle
Painting: Dwight L. Roth
Travelers came knocking on the door of the inn
After traveling all day tired, hungry, and thirsty.
The donkey needed fed // they needed a bed
A full inn afforded them nowhere to lay their heads.
Pregnant Mary needed a place to deliver.
Water broke // waves were coming on strong.
No time to look elsewhere for a private room.
The inn was no place for a delivery room.
Travelers standing around gawking at the sight
Of a newborn baby coming ready or not.
The kind Innkeeper suggested, “Perhaps the stable…
A private place to deliver away from prying eyes?”
The animals provided warmth from their exhales.
He did what he could to make them comfortable.
Brought water and a blanket as Mary screamed in pain.
He was not the villain in this story as portrayed.
Rather a compassionate keeper avoiding gossip’s scandal.
Why do we think they should have been entitled?
Unknown travelers from afar // they had no reservations.
Thankful for a private spot, it all came about
A child was born in private, and would soon,
In the course of time, change the world.
A Savior who is Christ the Lord!
Photo: Dwight L. Roth
This a Christmas poem I wrote last year, which I am reposting again this year. It is a different perspective on the Nativity.