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.
We’ve been having soft; but steady rain for quite a while now and the rose continued to break forth and grasp as much sunlight as possible.
Words cannot describe this gorgeous bloom laced with scent from heaven.
Sadly, the rain was bruising the underside (sorry I’m not technical in botanical terms).
But each morning brought with it another stunning image.
Really starting to open up now. I’m in love.
So many petals on one sweet flower and the colour, divine.
But the rain was taking its toll on the dear, little one.
And this morning I awoke to a broken sight.
My heart broke. Perfection, beauty lay fallen upon the ground.
The creaminess had become a soft shade of lemon. Crushed. Compacted in pain.
This is all that remains. Remnants of torn petals for which I feel much sadness and yes, guilt.
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.