A Rose is the flower of choice to give and receive.
A gardener delights to cultivate and care for it.
Their fragile, delicate, petals are the beauty to behold. Displayed atop sturdy stems of strength, with inherent defense mechanisms of protection.
With each day various situations assault the rose.
So, the gardener must have an attentive eye.
With wisdom he will protect and prune.
He predicts hazardous conditions and shelters it.
He carefully tills the soil.
He provides the rich nutrients it requires.
He has a careful eye for weeds that threaten.
An unattended rose endures numerous plights.
Yet in the care of the gardener, it shines for him.
Mothers are much like a rose.
They’re intended, planted and bloom.
Their strength infused by the Master Gardener.
His watchful eye cares for them.
As they yield to him, they’ll flourish where planted.
And glorify him as he tills the soil of their heart.
They are fragile, delicate, and awe inspiring with a fierce strength intrinsic to a mother.
Unceasing weeds threaten to creep in undetected. To attach tentacles around vital elements and impede the mother’s influence.
Yet the Master Gardener watches.
He’s ever ready to care for her needs.
He works to heal and restore, she needs simply to yield and let go.
Left to herself, she’s war-torn and bitter.
Leaning on the Gardener, she’s established.
Her roots travel deeply with him.
A beautiful garden surrounds her, which rises up and declares her blessed.
Every time you see a rose, remember that you are intended, that you’ve been planted and that you are loved. And just as a rose innately and willingly seeks the sun to thrive and live. So we too should innately and willingly seek the Son to thrive and live.
He does the work, we do the yielding. Then, we’ll glorify him! Proverbs 3:5-6
Happy Mother’s Day!
