I awoke this morning with an image: "the white rose of purity." In a dream before waking, I gave Christ a white rose, a gift to Him and a symbol of my life. The imagery spilled into my waking moments as a call to a fresh way of being. I saw the white rose not as a statement on my life, but as a symbol of what my life could be. I am now challenged to live my life deliberately and purely, with the hope each thought, word and action will contribute to the white rose I wish to present to Him in the end.