Friday, October 3, 2008

A ROSE AMONG THORNS




A certain man planted a rose and watered it faithfully. Before it blossomed, he examined it. He saw a bud that would soon blossom.



He also saw the thorns, and he thought, "How can any beautiful flower come from a plant, burdened with so many sharp thorns?"

Saddened by this thought, he neglected to water the rose, and before it was ready to bloom, it died. So it is with many people.


*~*Within every soul, there is “a rose”… the "God-like" qualities planted in us at birth, growing amidst the “thorns” of our faults.


Many of us look at ourselves and see only "the thorns", the defects. We despair; thinking nothing good can possibly come from us. We neglect to "water" the good within us, and eventually it dies. We never realize our potential.


Some just can’t see "the rose"... or the gifts within themselves. It takes someone else to show it to them. One of the greatest gifts a person can possess is to be able to reach past the thorns and find the rose within others.


This is the truest, most innocent, and gracious characteristic of love - to know another person, including their faults, recognize the nobility in their soul, and yet still help another to realize they can overcome the “thorns” of their faults and life's experiences.


If we show them the rose, they will conquer the thorns. Only then will they blossom, and most likely, bloom thirty, sixty, a hundred-fold, as it is given to them.


Our duty in this world is to help others, by showing them their roses and not their thorns. It is then that we achieve the love we should feel for each other. Only then can we bloom in our own garden.


(Rose Photo by Samantha at Mama's Musings)

4 comments:

samantha said...

You truly are a beautiful rose, Momma. I hope you see all of the potential you possess! I love you!

cora said...

fell across you by accident. Love the thoughts on your blog. Keep blogging on, little one your father sees your efforts.

Barbara said...

Stumbled onto your blog today. It is now in my favorites. The rose is as beautiful as you my friend, no thorns there.

Nancy said...

Your post means alot to me.
New at this blog stuff hope this works instead of making me anony