A rose of Sharon
Songs of Songs is mostly not a very commonly read book in the bible, but recently the pages opened on this verse... "I am a rose of Sharon, a lily of the valley"
Well, i must admit, i really don't feel like a rose of anywhere at the moment! I am more like a welted little something! Stressed out by life in general! A weed, maybe?
My middle son recently had a severe reaction to a bee sting! And so as his mother, i wanted to have him inside the house all day long - inside his mosquito net woud have suited me even better! But that is not the way to go - that is not a rose's way, that is the wilted something's way. A little worry weed, that's what i was!
I need to organise an event and things seem to take quite some interesting and stressful turns and so, was i the Rose? Oh no, i was the Weed!
I did not trust my Father, i did not think to take my worries to Him, who sees me as His Rose. I chose to believe all the lies about me - me the Weed!
Also recently, i reacted in haste, i responded way to honestly and in doing so, i have lost a friend. The rose would have waited a bit, would have had a sweet scent - nothing like what the Weed did!
And so, here i sit in all my worldly weedness and my Father comes to me and whispers softly in my ear - "You are a Rose of Sharon, a lily of the Valley". And i feel so incredibly humbled and loved. Even though i don't deserve it at all, i am His rose.....and so , Father change in me what needs to be changed, because i want to be that rose you see in me. Take away my sin and shame, help me to believe the Truth.
bella, a pruned rose.
Well, i must admit, i really don't feel like a rose of anywhere at the moment! I am more like a welted little something! Stressed out by life in general! A weed, maybe?
My middle son recently had a severe reaction to a bee sting! And so as his mother, i wanted to have him inside the house all day long - inside his mosquito net woud have suited me even better! But that is not the way to go - that is not a rose's way, that is the wilted something's way. A little worry weed, that's what i was!
I need to organise an event and things seem to take quite some interesting and stressful turns and so, was i the Rose? Oh no, i was the Weed!
I did not trust my Father, i did not think to take my worries to Him, who sees me as His Rose. I chose to believe all the lies about me - me the Weed!
Also recently, i reacted in haste, i responded way to honestly and in doing so, i have lost a friend. The rose would have waited a bit, would have had a sweet scent - nothing like what the Weed did!
And so, here i sit in all my worldly weedness and my Father comes to me and whispers softly in my ear - "You are a Rose of Sharon, a lily of the Valley". And i feel so incredibly humbled and loved. Even though i don't deserve it at all, i am His rose.....and so , Father change in me what needs to be changed, because i want to be that rose you see in me. Take away my sin and shame, help me to believe the Truth.
bella, a pruned rose.
This is a beautiful description of God's love for us in spite of our short comings. Hope you get your friend back!
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