During these challenging times we live in, I'm learning more to try to stay in the now of each moment. By being fully present in the now, wonderful things happen naturally when I have eyes to see and ears to hear, and expect the happy things of God to come to me.
I caught sight of the Easter moon illumined bright over the pasture, and birds were singing to welcome the new day--a sweet moment of serenity.
But the best was yet to be...
Later that morning, while taking the cat litter out to the trash, I happened to look down at a startling revelation. A long green straggly vine reached out toward me, presenting a little white rose. In that moment, it felt as if an angel had touched me on the shoulder. "See!"
Last week, I had noticed the old stump of a rose bush by the garage. A sad sight, I took her for a goner after the winter freeze. But was I wrong.
Now on Easter morning, a glorious white rose reached out and touched my heart with the promise of resurrection energy. To make sure I was seeing right, I traced the long vine back to the rose clump. My heart sank with compassion and admiration for her persistence. Without a sturdy stem to support her buds, the rugged rose bush had made a way to bloom with all she had to work with. Amazingly she had created a long vine for her buds to reach out for the sun and bloom on resurrection Sunday.
The roses on the bush had been yellow over the years. Yellow is the color of faith. But on Easter her rose, and roses to be, were white. A symbol of purity and spirit. A tender touch of Mother Mary's grace, loving-kindness and compassion on Easter morning. The best is yet to be.As you can see, the stumpy rose stem was gone. Sometimes we may feel like we have nothing left to give...but Love will always make a way.
Take a lesson from the Easter Rose, and remember God is the strength in which you can trust. The best is yet to be. Keep having faith, and remember you are never alone. You can never be separated from the love of God.
Love and peace,
Rae Karen
