I recall the story of a young boy who was seen by his mother as he sat on the back step of their home just quietly and with curiosity peeling petals off the a tight a rose bud. His mother asked him what he was doing and he said he was trying to open the rose.. His mother replied that the rose and all its beauty and sweetness can only be opened from the inside. Its like a parable isn't it? or is it a miracle ? that change and goodness and beauty come from within when opened out by God. That what begins is not how it is. Spring is a time when there are signs of new life and opening rose buds are on full display. I love this line from one of Mary Oliver's poems:Roses- opening now their soft dresses, their leaves are shining. Oh how spring can bring a picture of parables and miracles.
May the Lord of peace himself give you peace at all times in all ways.
Anne ,servant of the Lord.
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