A Series from the Psalms
I welcome the sun’s kiss of warmth as I watch roses wake from their winter hibernation;
let it remind me that I am cherished for who I am.
Fun Fact: Roses are one of the most ancient flowers, dating back millions of years. The oldest living rose bush in Germany is over 1,000 years old. (facts.com)
Roses.
Colorful.
Red for love.
White for purity.
Yellow for friendship.
Pink for admiration.
Each popping out of their dark brown stems, lifting toward the light as if to say, I love you more each day.
Roses are late risers of spring. Their colors are vivid and bright. Yet some are pale and soft, like a whisper of a sweet nothing.
And then there are the thorns. Prickles, exactly — barbs that rise from the skin of each branch. These small, sharp growths stand guard over the fragile rose, protecting what is tender from what might harm it. Just as the rose is shielded by its thorns, we are watched over by God — held, guarded, and kept in ways we often never see.
I have loved you with an everlasting love; I have drawn you with unfailing kindness.
—Jeremiah 31:3
The rose mirrors our souls like a romance novel. As we rise each morning, we can be like a rose— resilient, adaptable, and open to love. The love God shows us and the love we share with one another.
May your heart be filled with passion.
May you be open to love when you least expect it.
May you bloom each day in the color of your choosing.
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