(ideas and story line adapted from father jerry orbos. it was explained differently but i gave this story my own personal touch. quite inspiring. read on.)
red, pink, yellow and white are its famous common colors. it creates a sweet fruity fragrance. it's unique arrangements in fashionable vases,elegantly decorated boxes or in multiple clusters in ribbon ornated bouquets creates such an attractive display of art.yes, i'm talking about the rose flower: the symbol of love and beauty. but mind you, have you ever took the time to stare and look at a long stemmed rose flower?
these flowering shrubs are such a popular choice with humans special occasion.its enticing colored petals brings such adornment to its receivers. their long stubby stems with pinate green colored leaflets provides its needed elegance. almost entirely, roses are appreciated for its rainbow palletes of colors. this notable bloom is surely a favorite.
the beauty of this flower is quite intriguing. but this musing is NOT about the pinnacle of the rose or its blooming and ravishingly colored petals. i'm more interested with the less amusing part of the rose: its prickled stubbbled thorns that pricks and stubbles our fingers if not held in the right way.
most roses have barb wired like thorns and prickles. the thorns are typically sickle shaped hooks. these thorns aides the rose in hanging onto other vegetation when growing over it. these bristle straight spines adapts to reduce browsing by animals. but its dartlike appearence helps to trap wind-blown sand. the sharp whiskers also helps to reduce erosion and protect the roses' roots.
we are all aware that roses needs to bloom before it becomes flowerettes. but do you know what happens before it buds? do you know where the blossoms originates from? this may come strangely surprising but before any rose blooms into a flower it was once a prickled thorn that develops into a budding creation adorned by many.
similarly, human life are like prickled thorns of a rose. our lives is bittered with so much grim thorns and stubbles. we are blistered by earsplitting darts of different challenges. our everyday existence is jaggedly ridgy and sharpingly "spiky." often times, we are agitated with these rugged and thorn-like conditions. we are faced with spinelike pain from the inevitable events in our lives.
but like the pricks of the thorns, we should use this in our advantage. when the weather is against it, the thorns strengthen the stem to withstand the rough climate. when the animals attempts to feed them, the bristled spikes of the roses marks a defensive factor to prevent these animals from doing so from its uncomfortable barbs. like them, we should use the thistled events of our lives as a defense to protect ourselves. it should be a barrier between us and the evil forces of this world. the arrowed darts of our lives should nestle courage and bravery in us.
by doing this, we will overcome the growth of our thorns. if we defeated the twinge from the spined blisters of our past, if we conquered the rough weathers of our everyday, if we fought and refused to be "blown-away" through the "erosions" of our lives' daily pressures, if we can love and accept ourselves as is and appreciate that even if we are a thorn we are useful and essential to our being, only then, we can anticipate the metamorphosis of the prickled thorn emerging into that adorned rose flower bud. only then, we can become the beautiful roses everyone can adore.
sometimes we are unappreciated, like the spiky thorns, we are unnoticeable and unattractive. sometimes, we have to be blistered from the prickles in order to defendd ourselves. sometimes, we have to be the thorns first to become reformatted into roses. the Lord fills us with everyday miracles and surely this transformation is no exception.
[Lord, thank you for sahring us your everyday magic of transforming unnoticeable things to things we value and enjoy. help us to appreciate the undesirable things and events in our lives. so that in order to become a being of beauty like the rose, we have to emerge and grow like the thorns that becomes pretty roses. stories like these awakens us to your everyday miracles. forgive us for our shortcomings, my Lord. teach us to inspire. i ask you this in your name. Amen]
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