A friend shared this with me and I thought it was beautiful. It may not fit everyones beliefs and that is fine! I figured I would share. I created a graphic for it as well feel free to save - alter and share! The White Rose By, Myrna Cox All the earth’s mothers were gathered together at God’s Garden of flowers; those beautiful budding spirits, who would someday come to earth, were nurtured and tended in the garden. A loving father spoke to the Mothers; “See the works of my hands, someday you will be the mothers to these radiant spirits,” the garden glowed with the mixture of all kinds and colors. “Choose Ye,” He said, Now in the East corner of the garden pure white roses stood as sentinels. They were not as colorful as the rest, but glowed with a kind of purity which set them apart. One by one mother’s stepped forward “I want the blue eyed, curly haired one, who will grow to maturity and be a mother in Zion. “Yet another chose a brown eyed, brown haired boy full of life and love who would someday be a prince in a grand country. The garden buzzed with excitement as the others chose their own special spirits, those whom they would soon welcome into warmth and love of an earthly home. Once again the loving Father spoke,” But who will take the white roses, the ones in the East corner of the garden. These will return to me in purity and goodness, they will not stay long in your home, for I must bring them back to my Garden for they belong with me, but they will gain bodies as was planned, you will miss them and long for them, but I will personally care for them.” “No, not I,” many said, in unison. “ I couldn’t bear to give one back so soon.” “Nor I,” said others. “We will take those who will remain and grow to maturity and live long lives.” The loving Father looked out across the multitude of mothers with a longing in His eyes for someone to step forward, Silence. Then he said, “See the most pure and perfect of all the white ones, I chose Him. He will go down and be a sacrifice for all mankind. He will be scorned, mocked and crucified. He is mine own. Will not any one choose like unto Him?” A few mothers stepped forward. “Yes, Father, I Will.” Then another, and, “I as well,” “Yes, we will Father” Soon all the pure white roses were taken and they rejoiced in the choices of the mothers. The Father spoke again “Oh, blessed are you who chose the white roses, for your pain will be a heavy cross to bear, but your joy will be exceeding, beyond anything you can understand at this time. The white ones, embraced their mothers and knew they could endure the tasks. And the Greatest of all the white ones, gathered them as a hen gather her chicks. And the outpouring of love surrounded each mother and child, consuming all the white ones as He prepared them for their task. And each mother who bore the weight of the White Rose, would feel the overwhelming love of God, as they all shouted, “Thy will be done.”
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