I have always loved yellow roses they are my favorite flower. I don't know why they just are. I am sure there is probably some hidden meaning or symbolism behind a yellow rose. But to me they are beautiful, tender, warm, gentle, beautiful and peaceful.
Yes the stems may have thorns, just like life. But the little pricks along the way are so worth the beauty and joy.
I had to attend a wake tonight for a casual friend. I didn't know him well, I knew his girlfriend. He was just getting his life in order after a long line of thorns, but the blossom that was blooming in his present and future was quite a sight. Then suddenly a massive heart attack stopped it all. But did it?
Tonight at the wake there were tears, but there was also laughter and memories and pictures and HOPE. Hope that this life is not all there is, there is a better place, a place with no pain, no sorrow, no tears, no regrets, no doubt, no mysteries. Bob is now changed, he is perfect, he has a new name. Bob is home.
Anyway this yellow rose was given to me to take home and I took it with a smile. Every time I see a yellow rose I remember that God has a home for me too. And you if you want one. All you need to do is ask.
|Jhn 14:2||In my Father's house are many mansions: if [it were] not [so], I would have told you. I go to prepare a place for you.|
|Jhn 14:3||And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again, and receive you unto myself; that where I am, [there] ye may be also.|