My Grandmother used to say, "Be careful what you wish for because you just might get it". . .That was the first thing that popped into my head this past weekend as I glanced out the bedroom window and saw beautiful red Roses spilling over the white picket fence where no Roses had been planted. . .It's true that I wished for them. . .maybe a couple of weeks ago? . .I was telling John how I'd love to have climbing Roses--the old-fashioned kind--at the front fence. . .pointing out the place I'd put them. . .I had visions of a cottage garden. . .More than that, I've loved the climbers ever since I was a child. . .I mentally stuck the wish in the back of my mind, to be acted upon later.
You can only imagine my surprise when I awoke to find luscious wild Roses blooming in the very spot that I envisioned them. . .I can tell you, I blinked my eyes more than a few times!
Now, I know I don't have that kind of power--to wish something into existence. . .I can't wiggle my nose and make something appear. . .At the same time, I don't believe that anything happens by chance. . .that we don't journey through life alone. . .There are those unseen--who hover around us. . .watching. . .loving. . .helping us along the way. . .and sometimes leaving gifts.
I found myself standing in awe at the fence. . .touching the sweet blooms to make sure they were real. . .amazed once again that I'm not alone. . .I felt. . . . . .HUGGED. . . . .I can't explain it any better than that.
Sure. . .I can come up with other explanations of how this happened. . .A bird. . .A squirrel. . .An old planting that decided to grow. . .but, what made it happen in the exact spot I wanted roses? . . .Coincidence? . . .And, how did they grow so quickly, without us noticing them? . .Stranger things have happened. . .but this is pretty high on the list.
Later in the day, I returned to the roses with clippers in hand. . .to cut a bouquet. . . As I reached down to clip the first one, a thorn pricked my skin. . .'WHY do Roses have to have thorns?'--griping to myself. . 'They're too lovely to cause such pain'. . .I all but heard my Grandmother say, 'Well, you wished for them!'
A person has to be very careful with roses. . . Learning to maneuver around the prickly stem can be a sticky situation. . .(grin). . .You must watch where you place your fingers. . .and hold them gently once cut. . .yet, the whole process is worth it. . .There's such beauty in a Rose. . .
'Like LIFE!' I thought. . . .Exactly. . .Simply beautiful--once we learn to deal with the thorns.
'Some people grumble that roses have thorns. . .I am grateful that thorns have roses.'
As thankful as I was for the gift, I am just as thankful that along with it came a little more insight. . .a little more knowledge about how things work. . .a visual to refer to when times get hard. . .Isn't the Rose and it's thorns a wonderful example of how our struggles in life so often turn out to be a good thing? . . .Yes, Grandmother, you were right. . . .There will always be thorns in the garden (of Life). . .so we have to be careful what we wish for. . . .but I say where there's thorns, there's also Roses. . .and That's the real beauty of it.
Just a thought to start your day. . .