With recent tragic events and the stress that I've been under lately it's become a challenge to stop and smell the roses on a regular basis.
I'm not talking about the incredibly overpriced roses they tote out on Valentines day to make people feel guilty that they didn't give them, and less important because they didn't receive them! I'm talking about the roses in life, the special sweet smelling blessings that hit you when they're least expected, a change in thinking, a sudden realization of the fullness of love...
My Father Loves me so much, even though I don't deserve it, don't always appreciate and nurture it, or give it back as freely and unconditionally as it has come. But after a moment of reflection, I felt a tangible presence of gracious love cover me. Warm and inviting, safe and protective, solid and reassuring, an all consuming fire...just too amazing to explain really.
I was finally able to relax and trust that for the moment, this was exactly where I wanted to be.
I know I sound like I'm babbling, but it's my way of stopping to smell the Real roses:
the affordable kind that grow wild and free, bursting with a beautiful fragrance and charmed beauty, mercifully bestowed on me, daily, if I will only notice....
...these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is