Over the last week or so, I have been peering out of our bay window on waking, to see my beautiful ‘English Rose’ blossoming before my very eyes and being in awe, once again, of the perfect work of my Lord and Saviour. This is one of two David Austin roses that I recently bought and I was so excited to see the finished rose.
For you see, a few days ago, I took the damaged petals from the rose. I had to tear them off. I feel that I have in some way contributed to the rose’s demise. It was unable to hold all of heaven’s tears and unable to take it any longer, it just gave up and surrendered to what it knew it couldn’t control.
I had even written a poem :-
“Such a silly thing I did today
I tried to take imperfection away
I prayed the Lord, He wouldn’t take
The beauty of the rose at stake”
But by tearing away what I thought was something that was marring its beauty, was in reality actually holding it’s very existence together.
Yes, I know there will be some of you that think I am totally exaggerating; but I see amazing stories and spiritual truths in God’s creation and being able to capture them with the camera is a blessing.
We grow stronger with our trials. With pain. With tears. With anything that makes us feel like we can’t go on.
Jesus is the only One who can hold us together.
Tearing Him from our lives is devastating.
Maybe not now.
But one day.
God bless all who read this.