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The Yellow Rose

God opened one of my yellow roses this morning.  This little miracle beckons me, draws my nose to its newborn scent.  Inadvertently, the corners of my mouth turn up, I breathe deeply, grateful for the gift. yellow rose

Funny how Shakespeare thought a rose was like a young man, describing,

The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem
For that sweet odour, which doth in it live” (Sonnet 54).  

Now if we were just talking generally about the word odor, I could understand it referring to a young man.  But as I look deeper, in the case of this Sonnet, the fragrant scent of the rose is the inner virtue of the man.

I recall a time when I was willing to settle for less virtue and more beauty.  And my soul paid the price.  But God in His grace granted that I would ultimately fall in love with the virtue of a man before I met his face, and then at the moment of reckoning, his face was all the more beautiful to me.

1 thought on “The Yellow Rose”

  1. I remember seeing you take this picture with your iPhone when we were all getting in the minivan, but had no idea what you were thinking. Grateful for what God puts on your heart, and that I get to be the one who smells the roses with you each day… God is good…

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