Rose Analogy. Beauty of old rose bushes vs. buds. Hard life giving beauty. “Finding Noel” by Richard Paul Evans (Feb. 2007)

Susan's Thursday morning note February 1, 2007
Finding Noel by Richard Paul Evans
Rose analogy with life (young buds vs. gnarled old bushes)
The Rose with a story.  The beauty of those that lived a hard life.

It’s February!  We all made it!  I have been trying to put into coherent thoughts some ideas I’ve had this week – here I go!  On Saturday I saw a bookmark that showed a rose bud.  The conversation around this bookmark was the idea that we must not stay closed as a bud – but bloom.  That we need to rid ourselves of anything causing us to not be a full bloom.  I was troubled with the ease the conversation held in “ridding ourselves” of what causes us to not be in full bloom.  The same evening I read the following in another book by Richard Paul Evans (the author I referred to in my music analogy last fall), Finding Noel.  He states at the very end of the book,

(love) (Susan reinserted the word life) is like a rose: we fixate on the blossom, but it’s the thorny stem that keeps it alive and aloft…
The things of greatest value are the things we fight for.  And in the end, if we do it right, we value the stem far more than the blossom.

I picture a scene of a rose garden.  There are beautiful young buds in the scene.  There are older, large bushes that look brown and unwelcoming from a distance in the scene.  But when we approach the older bush, we see the most beautiful (1-2) blossoms.  Huge, aromatic, deep hued, roses.  These are the roses that we find intense pleasure in observing.  In close observation, at the base of these most beautiful blossoms are the thorniest, thickest stems in the garden.  Knotted, dried looking, unattractive.  At the base of the most beautiful roses are stories – stories of years of the rose bush in the garden.  Stories of the seasons that the bush has endured.  Stories of the pruning, the droughts, the rains.  When someone observes me at the end of my life – I desire to be the rose that has the thick, knotted stem.  The rose that has a story.  The rose that never stopped developing – even if the blossom stage was for decades.  The young blossoms in the garden are so lush, so beautiful – but when a storm comes, they fall.  The older plants weather the storm – for they know that these experiences make a more beautiful creation – a creation only God can see ahead of time!

Do not let yourself be overwhelmed with the winter, the memories, the daily burdens that only you fully understand.  I forget that with only a one foot drop I can be on my knees! Why is is so hard to go there, when the distance is so short?!?!?! For there – with no cost, with no energy to get there, there is where we get our energy, our peace, our love for others, our forgiveness, our hope.  Don’t forget to make that drop – I so often do! For the incredible gifts that we receive on our knees will help us to live extremely fulfilled lives.  Because we know we are in our seasons for a purpose.  God is so good.  Never ever forget that.  Thank you for letting me think aloud to all of you!

Thank you so much for your encouragement & business.  I hope you can come this weekend to see everything.  Have a wonderful February!! Spring really truly is around the corner!! (ha!!) Susan

Works Cited: 
Evans, Richard Paul.  Finding Noel.  Simon & Schuster.  2006.