The healing power of Roses
"Everybody gets so much information all day long that they lose their common sense."
— Gertrude Stein, American writer (1874-1946)
"The sad truth is that most evil is done by people who never make up their minds to be good or evil."
— Hannah Arendt, German-Jewish political philosopher and author (1906-1975)
"No one ever became extremely wicked suddenly."
— Juvenal, Roman satirist (c. 58-c. 127 A.D.)
“No man chooses evil because it is evil; he only mistakes it for happiness, the good he seeks.''
— Mary Wollstonecraft, English feminist and writer (1759-1797)
"When I am anxious it is because I am living in the future. When I am depressed it is because I am living in the past."
— Unknown
“The tragedy of life doesn't lie in not reaching your goal. The tragedy lies in having no goal to reach. It isn't a calamity to die with dreams unfulfilled, but it is a calamity not to dream.... It is not a disgrace not to reach the stars, but it is a disgrace to have no stars to reach for. Not failure, but low aim is sin."
— Benjamin Elijah Mays, American educator and president of Morehouse College (1895-1984)
Yesterday I was given the opportunity to go back to a part of my life that I rarely think about......mainly because it is very painful and still has little resolution to the issues. In fact, the realities of my life currently only heighten the pain that I experience when I go back there. As a result.....I found myself quite "blue" the rest of the day.....with no way to resolve the issues.....no answer to the pain that those issues pull out of my heart. The hardest part of it all is that it really makes no sense.....I can't make it make sense to anyone around me and so I feel even worse as a result. I have learned in my life recently that a desire I have when I get this way to is fill the hole with "something" so that it does not hurt so bad.....an addiction becomes that "hole-filler"......so as I stood in line at Randall's.....at the Wells Fargo banking center, checking off my list one more item of what needed to be done that day......I felt the pain so deeply that I wanted to cry right there in line.....as I looked around for something to relieve the pain.....I saw two options.....donuts and roses. Once finished with my business at the bank.....I stood in front of the roses and felt beauty surround me with loving arms.....like God had made those delicate flowers just a few weeks ago so that I could have them today....as a reminder of His love for me. I looked at the donuts and felt empty....so I bought the roses!
As I look at them on my desk beside me.....I am comforted with a peace that rolls over my heart. They will last for days and bring me heart joy. I love roses....if you come to my house you will see that I do. My living room is filled with them.....it is my refuge...it is filled with all that I love.....a piano that my daughter plays with such beauty that I cry......and fine china tea sets that my sweet husband buys for me because I love them, music boxes, soft comfortable seating, paintings, books, light....and roses. Roses are on the tea sets, on the sofa, on the walls, on the curtains, on the music boxes.....roses are the theme of the room.....and God meets me there each morning and in those evenings when I hear Him calling....I meet Him there.
Growing up we moved a lot.....A LOT! And with each move I had to start over again.....trying to "fit in"......trying to find out how to make new friends in this strange new place. The older I got....the more difficult it was to figure out the ways to accomplish my goal.....avoid loneliness. When we moved to Germany I found not only a new culture surrounding me, but a new challenge. I was for the first time in my life confronted with people who were consistently "acting out" their pain in VERY painful ways.....very openly. I learned to cuss there....I learned to smoke...I learned to steal......I learned to tell my parents I was at my friends house and go hook up with some other friends and hop on a trolley to downtown Frankfurt so we could wander the streets of a huge foreign city......I learned to drink and I learned what sex was and words that people used about it. I was in sixth grade....and it was frightening. The only way to "fit in" was to go along. I was not very good at it.....I coughed up a lung every time I tried to smoke, I got caught each time I tried to steal some money from my mom's purse to go catch the trolley.....and I would get sick when I tried to drink......I used the wrong word when I tried to cuss ( I was too afraid to ask what any of the words meant so I used the wrong ones at the wrong time!) ......and I wore thick glasses and was a bit chubby so the boys weren't interested in me..........so I got beat up in the bathroom after school, made fun of and ostracized. I tried harder......and continued to fail miserably. A move back to the states was my saving grace......and a new environment in Miami, Fla where "fitting in" came easier.
Miami was where I came to know Christ personally. I was going with a friend to a youth meeting each week.....and they would share how Jesus had made a difference in their lives and how they had a PERSONAL RELATIONSHIP with Him. This was a new concept to me. They shared how they had been drug addicts and such; and how God had rescued them and set them free. I could not relate to these stories....I was not any good at these things so I had given up on being "bad". I began to think that maybe God only wanted a REAL relationship those who were really bad.......and that somehow they were worth saving and loving and that they had a REAL purpose for their lives that He could use for His glory......and I was not one of them and I began to believe that I didn't even fit into God's criteria for having a relationship. Then one night a guy talked about how he had grown up in a church, attended with his family, basically lead a rather boring life, wasn't a "cool" kid.....but God one day offered him the opportunity to have a REAL relationship with Him. For the first time I had hope.....God wanted a relationship with a boring and "uncool" kid who was like me!!!! That night I began to listen differently....I began to think that maybe God was interested in me just as I was. Later that summer, I asked Him to come into my life and love me.....He did and it has never been the same since.
The next time I faced "fitting in" came when I headed off to college. Once again, I was faced with choices to "fit in" that were out of my skill sets. Choices to participate in activities that reminded me of my life in Germany.....drinking, sex, words, trips to do things I didn't want to do and to places that I could never tell my family about .....all things that I was not good at doing......I tried hard again to "fit in" ......once again I failed. My goal for those first two years of college was to "fit in".....it was a small goal, a low aim.....and I failed. I felt like God was not on my side anymore....nothing went my way.....all my plans to be "cool" and do all the stuff that all the "cool" people were doing were failing. Why couldn't I be like them and have it ALL...God AND a "cool" life????? I was JUST SURE that being "bad" would not only make me happy.....but didn't God know that He would then get the opportunity to come in and save me from this horrible life I would have and I would have a REALLY GREAT testimony to share with everyone then?????? Wasn't He aware of the well-known fact that people who had gone down the wrong path and returned from the depths of "hell" were the REALLY powerful tools for His purposes???? I needed to have this so that I could be of SOME USE TO HIM!!!! He wasn't buying it....and still won't. He thwarted every attempt I made to wreck my life so I could have a really great testimony.....each is a story in itself. I finally came to my senses.......and gave in to God and His choices for my life. It is embarrassing to realize how goofy I really am....and how ridiculous my perspective can actually get!!!
Every once in awhile...I get that old feeling that I have just not measured up as a really good example of His ability to save someone from the depths of hell.....I feel so bad that my life has not been "bad enough"... that it is not an encouragement to someone else that is helplessly trapped in their "really bad" addictions and the pain of their life.....that my life is rather useless to them in finding Hope in Christ. Then God reminds me that He made the roses.....and He made them for me.....He didn't need my help.....He didn't need me to be any certain way so that He could make them ......and He is NOT going to explain how He did it or why He did it that way......He just made them and wants me to enjoy their beauty for what they are.....like my life....a gift from Him on this journey home.
Kathy Douglas
