Wednesday, January 6, 2010

White Roses

Still haven't spoken with Dr. S... but I thought I should share this... a beautiful idea.

The White Roses
All the earth's mothers were gathered together at God's garden of flowers. Those beautiful budding spirits, who would someday come to earth, were nurtured and tended in the garden. A loving Father spoke to the mothers. "See the works of my hands, someday you will be the mothers to these radiant spirits." the garden glowed with the mixture of all kinds and colors. "Choose ye," He said. Now in the east corner of the garden, pure white roses stood as sentinels. They were not so colorful as the rest, but glowed with a kind of purity which set them apart. One by one, the mothers stepped forward. "I want the blue-eyed, curly haired one who will grow to maturity and be a mother in Zion." Yet another chose a brown-eyed, brown haired boy, full of life and love who would someday be a prince in a grand country. The garden buzzed with excitement as the others chose their own special spirits, they whom they would soon welcome into the warmth and love of an earthly home. Once again the loving Father spoke,"But who will take the white roses, the ones in the east corner of the garden? These will return to me in purity and goodness; they will not stay long in your home, for I must bring them back to my garden for they belong with me, but they will gain bodies as was planned. You will miss them and long for them, but I will personally care for them." "No, not I," many said in unison. "I could not bear to give one back so soon." "Nor I." said others. "We will take those who will remain and grow to maturity and live long lives." The loving Father looked out across the multitude of mothers with a longing in his eyes for someone to step forward. But there was only silence. Then He said, "See the most pure and perfect of all the white ones? I chose Him. He will go down and be a sacrifice for all mankind. He will be scorned, mocked, and crucified. He is mine own. Will not anyone choose like unto Him?" A few mothers stepped forward. "Yes, Lord, I will." Then another, and, "I as well," "Yes, we will Lord."
Soon all the pure white roses were taken, and they rejoiced in the choices of their mothers. The Father spoke again,"Oh, blessed are you who chose the white roses, for your pain will be a heavy cross to bear, but your joy will be exceeding beyond anything you can understand at this time." The white ones embraced their mothers, and so full was their purity and love that it
filled their souls with such endearment. Each mother knew they could endure the task. The greatest of all the white ones, gathered them as a hen gathers her chicks, and the outpouring of love surrounded each mother and child, consuming all the white ones as He prepared them for their task. And each mother who bore the weight of the White Rose, would feel the overwhelming love of God, as the all shouted, "Thy will be done."

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

praying for you. *hugs*

This is a beautiful story.