I was in a rush to leave work earlier this week, but even in my quick scurrying, something caught my eye. I mean this literally, for the scene seemed to focus in reverse, almost as though the object drew my attention to it.
It was a white rose, a perfect bud on a bush I've passed countless times but hadn't stopped to notice. An oh-so-gentle pink hue added to its beauty. A soft rain had deposited droplets that clung to its petals and leaves. I knew this was my "white rose of purity," the image from my dream of just a day before. All the cares of the day dropped away, replaced by the joy that comes when Someone chooses a special gift just for you.
In an effort to preserve the moment, I took the rose home with me; however, time away from the living bush diminished its sweet scent and the pristine curves of the petals. Paradise lost.
Today, while mourning my loss, I passed the bush again. Another white rose, a perfect bud, showed forth among the deep green leaves. Redemption. A second chance.
Two white roses. Though I destroyed the first one, God graced me with another. His love never fails. His subtle gifts shine with encouragement. I am glad His mercies are new every morning.
This time I left the rose to thrive on the vine, a fitting metaphor for our life in Christ.
"Abide in Me, and I in you. As the branch cannot bear fruit of itself, unless it abides in the vine, so neither can you, unless you abide in me." John 15:4