I like roses. Pink, red, yellow, varigated, it doesn't matter. They smell good and their peddles are soft. In the back yard of the school where I work, the large steel fence is lined with beautiful roses. When the weather is warm early in the year, they are abundant.
Sometime last week I sent the following e-mail to some friends of mine. It went like this:
Since my kindle is on the fritz, I have a "stand by" devotional that Suzie B. gave me. It is 1,000 reasons to be thankful by Ann Voskamp. It is a bit abstract but if I stick with it and read it through it is amazing.
Today she talked about how as vessels we need to be filled up. Someone found four crocks at a second hand store and gave them to her (might have been her husband?). Then she talked about putting them around her house and needing to fill them with flowers. There was one part where her husband was on his way home from a long day in the fields. He stopped his tractor in the road and picked, with his greasy hands, wild lilies under the bridge so he could bring them home to his wife. Another was her son saying that he wanted to be the one to pick the flowers that week to fill the "vessels".
So here I sit with a small vessel (in the form of a vase) on my desk with a flower from God given to me through the heart of a young boy and I know that God fills me up every day, if I let him. I just pray that this young man hears the knock on his heart's door so some day he will know how he was used by God."
Today one of the girls brought me this beautiful rose. It looked like two but had one stem. Significant? Maybe.
In my high school yearbook, seniors put a quote by their picture. Mine was "God gave us a memory so we might have Roses in December". Still significant? Probably.
After losing my son, the first book given to me to help me sort through my pain and sorrow was "Roses in December. Comfort for the Grieving Heart" by Marilyn Willett Heavilin. Very significant? I think so.
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