It was 1962 and a bright, sunny
winter day in South San Gabriel, California, near Los Angeles, mid afternoon and not a happy day for me, as my father had
died three months before. At thirty-one, I was an outside salesperson for a large manufacturer and that day business had not
been good. Being the sole support of my wife and three children gave me stress. What would Dad do? Whom could I turn to now
he is gone? My business schedule brought me close to his cemetery, so I stopped and decided to visit his grave. I purchased
an inexpensive bouquet from the small florist roadside stand that was conveniently located across from the road from the cemetery.
I had done this before and the florist always used a rubber band, twisting it many times around the stems so the flowers
would hold together when placed in the metal holder at the grave site. The metal container is buried in the ground over the
grave and when the flowers are dead, the caretakers empties the container As I approached the grave site, I mourned his death
and my inability of never being able to seek my father’s wise council again. Placing the bouquet on the bright green
grass, I pulled out the metal container from the grave and walked over to the waterspout to fill the container with water.
Having placed the filled container back into the hole over the grave, I went over to pick up the bouquet. After picking
up the bouquet from the grass, to my astonishment, I saw lying on the grass, under where the bouquet had lain, was one beautiful
yellow rose. The yellow color against the bright sunny green grass, made it stand out and I knew it was not there when I set
the bouquet on the grass, for I would have seen it. I could not believe what I was seeing. I looked at the bouquet and the
rubber band was still intact. I searched the bouquet, but the rubber bands held the stems tight. No flower had come out of
the bouquet, and besides, inexpensive bouquets do not contain roses.
I picked up the yellow rose and it was a
bud just slightly open. I felt it and it was real. I had taken no drugs and had not been drinking. Suddenly a peace flooded
through me and the thought kept repeating in my mind, “Your father is well and happy, mourn for him no more.”
The Biblical verse of, “Blessed are they that mourn for they will be comforted” also came into my mind. My sorrow
had turned to awe! A sense of well-being and peace filled my body; for I had lost my earthly father as an anchor, but now
I had a new anchor in Jesus. Suddenly, I realized that when the church says God is spirit, they were right, God is real and
he cares about me. He is alive and vibrant and I wanted to know more about Him. A new dimension of life opened to me and I
wanted to know more about God.
Whenever I have doubts about God and his love and caring for me, I remember the
yellow rose experience and have faith again. You may not have had a yellow rose experience but perhaps there was another time,
in a different way, when God made Himself known to you. If you have not, ask Jesus to reveal Himself to you.
Gospel of John 4:24 God is spirit and those who worship Him must worship in spirit and truth.
Read Bible Reference: Matthew 5:4
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God touched me
Yes, God is a my anchor and He is spirit and really alive. God comforts me as God touches me with the yellow rose event.
It is a wonderful miracle testimony.
There is a testimony of prayer, a Holy Spirit testimony as well as a testimony of a mother's love. They are personal
testimonies of how God touched me.
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God touched me as I visited my earthly father's grave and now I know God is real, God is spirit and God comforts.
I tell of the miracle testimony of ho God is my anchor.
