Thursday, October 24, 2013

take time to smell the roses...


take time...
to smell the roses...
that bloom in your life...

take time...
the smell the roses...
for soon they wilt and die...

for soon... they wilt... and die...
(words and music by donna carr)
 
to say that i am sentimental would be an understatement. almost everything in my house has some sort of memory attached. i once had a friend tell me, after helping me move, that she was a nervous wreck the whole time for fear she would break something that was a 'treasure' to me. 

i am not exaggerating when i say that i become emotionally attached to any little thing that has meaning to me. 

this, for example...


this is an instagram of one of the roses from my aunt geneva's last bouquet of roses lovingly given to her by her family. 
and after Bro.Eldon Miller spoke the perfect words...


                                 'the way she lived her life
                              was fragrant like these roses'...


each of us, that loved her so, were given one, and that gave it instant 'treasure' status. looking at this rose, touching it's soft moist petals i knew that in just a few days it would wither and die. 
the Bible says so, i knew it was true. 

when i got back to my car, i gently lay the rose, with all that it stands for on the dash of my car. day after day i saw 'life' happen right in front of me, as i went about living mine. 


and yes, i am sentimentally attached to the rose... 

and yes, i am attached to the meaning of it... 

and yes, it is a reminder to me to really live my life... 

to merely exist would be an insult to my Creator... 
don't you think?


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