Smell the Roses.
If you know me. Like know me, you will know I love flowers. But roses are one of my favorites. It doesn’t take much to get me to smile but when I am given a rose my heart leaps.
There is just something about it. I love how God designed flowers. So delicate, unique and easy to destroy. Much like us, humans.
My husband loves to pamper me with roses. Especially a single rose. I can sit there and admire how each petal is woven with in each other, much like our life. Just a simple gesture that makes my heart flutter.
When I look at flowers and particularly a rose, I see my life before me. Each petal layer unique in its design and color much like my layers to my life. In the core, my heart, God, family and closest friends live. On the outer edges, the things I allow people to see.
I haven’t had many flowers this year and mainly due to allergies in my house but I received roses on Mother’s Day 🌹 my heart leaped. They remind me of all my layers to my life. Complete.
My favorite roses growing up were always my grandmother's garden full of roses. It was when she allowed me to cut a few to take home or bring in the house that made me so happy.
But let’s get back to those petal that layers. My petals. If I have learned anything this past week it’s that I need to smell the roses. I need to stop, look around at what God has placed in my life and smell the goodness that he has given me. All the roses in my life.
It’s so easy to destroy flowers. We can step on them, pick them apart, stop watering them and I am sure much more. Often we treat our hearts the same way. We allow ourselves to be destroyed, for our petals to wilt under pressure from those around and be picked off one by one.
When we don’t smell the roses, we allow our lives get picked apart. We become overwhelmed with the lives we think we are to have and don’t. We allow others to pull us apart and tell us we are not good enough. We don’t stop to think we are good enough because we are too consumed with the petals that protect our heart withering away.
That moment. To smell the roses. To recognize that each of us is a rose. Each made in our own unique way. I am not saying we should smell each other…unless you like that. I am saying we should see the beauty that lies within our rose, our life and stop consuming ourselves with picking each other’s petals off.
