When my oldest daughter, Heidi, was four years old, I asked if she wanted anything special from God.  We were saying our bedtime prayers.  She replied, "Yes Daddy, there is one thing I've been thinking about."  "What is that?" I asked.  "A rose," she said.  "I'd like God to bring me a rose."

    The next day, I'd forgotten about it.  That night at prayer time, she again asked, "Daddy, how come God didn't bring my rose to me today?"  I felt bad, as well as bewildered.  I was really at a loss for words.  Suddenly, I said, "Well, maybe you need to tell Him what color rose you want."  She said, "Oh, well I've been thinking about a white one." We then asked God to deliver a white rose for Heidi.

    The next night, after a concert a few hours away, a little lady, who apparently was "special," walked up to me after everyone had left.  She asked, "Are you Doyle Dykes?" "Yes", I replied.  "God told me to bring you something from my garden today."  She handed me what I thought to be carrots or some other vegetable from her garden, that was wrapped in aluminum foil.  "Thank you, I'll enjoy eating this," I said.  She giggled like a child and said, "Uh...You'd better open it."  I peeled back the aluminum foil to find a beautiful, solitary "White rose for Heidi."

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