Roses are red… are they? You can go to the store and get a rose of almost any color. If you cannot find it at your local grocery store, I’m sure you can find it or order your desired color from a florist.
This world puts us in a box, or out of one for that matter. If you are not a red rose, you do not belong in the bouquet of other red roses.
At first, one might frown, look deep inside and ask why it is that they cannot be a red rose. Why they cannot fit inside the bouquet with all the others. They might even begin to wither away, losing all sense of worthiness. If they cannot belong to that, they cannot belong at all.
When the bouquet of flowers is picked up by a visitor, all they see is a bushel of red roses. A blurred together bunch without any notice to which one is which and how they differ.
How lucky we are, those of us who are not a red rose. Those who choose to be a yellow, orange, blue, pink, black or green rose among red, guarantees us the chance to stand out, to show our differences and to be noticed in the most humble of ways.
Not by our outer appearance of pedals or even color, but by the inner beauty and self-love that it takes to stand out among so many who choose to stand in amongst all the rest.
(Flowers seem to be an inspiration as of late, despite the lack of them in the midst of this cold midwest spring. But, as anything the Creator designed, there’s so much more to it than meets the eye. Stories and life lessons can come from anything. Thanks for reading and as always, please let me know what you think. 🙂