We are slowly moving into the season of blooms from the most beautiful flower... the rose. For me, it is exciting to walk outside and look at the little bitty buds that are forming. However, with the excitement is the waiting. The waiting for our yellow and light pink and sweet pink rose bushes to bloom. The waiting for that heavenly scent to float through the yard.. the waiting for these precious buds to become what they were meant to be... playful and beautiful rose blossoms. And as I sit and write, in the quietness of this night, the roses are continuing to grow moment by moment. The air is still and slightly warm and these flowers of wonder are not rushing the process, they are not anxious.... they know when their time is to bloom and sing and so now they sit in the silence yet knowing the time is coming. I wonder if it is their happiest moment of the year, this perfect display of color and dance and celebration. The dogwoods and azaleas are singing their brilliant song now, but soon, very soon... it will be the roses turn. .... singing brilliantly, beautifully, confidently and ever so sweetly.
And so my thoughts turn from Roses to Rosie ( the name we will give our little girl). I have much to learn from roses, from nature, from the way life walks through the seaons. We are waiting for Russia.. waiting for adoption.... and so we sit in silence now. But knowing that God has his little girl for us. Yes, the air is still... it is night. But we hopefully wait for this precious little bud of a rose and trust that God is growing this little one moment by moment even though we can't see. Thankful that we can learn from the roses around us. Thankful that God is teaching me lessons on faith, on patience and waiting for the wonder and sweet song in a little girl named Rosie.
Arise, my love, my fair one,
and come away;
for lo, the winter is past,
the rain is over and gone.
The flowers appear on the earth;
the time of singing has come......
(Song of Songs 2:10-12)