...of the scent of a rose

…who made me feel as if those roses purposed to be shared. My masculine recipient deeply inhaled the lustful aromatics emitted from my roses. Anton’s recipient claimed to have been my friend. I watched her eyes as they danced around our vase many times. I even noticed the changing pitch of her voice when she complimented them; but she was my “friend.”

Once neither Anton nor I could continue to “act like” the vacant spots in our vase did not trouble us, we confessed and decided to put the roses back where they belonged. However, the showcase didn’t look the same; the slightly worn roses were out of place. Equally disturbing was that the scent of one rose reminded me of my sinful pleasure, which tempted me to remove it for “just one more time,” while the lingering stench of another harked back the reality of another chick enjoying my rose, which infuriated me.

Still, trying to ignore the unusual placement of our matrimonial roses and haunting aromatics, we “saw” them falling back into place.

“Now faith is being sure of what we hope for and certain of what we do not see.” This is what the ancients were commended for. By faith we understand that the universe was formed at God’s command, so that what is seen was not made out of what was visible…By faith Noah, when warned about things not yet seen, in holy fear built an ark to save his family…By faith Abraham, when called to go to a place he would later receive as his inheritance, obeyed and went, even though he did not know where he was going.” Hebrews 11:1-8 NIV

1 comment:

  1. I'm glad the Lord is helping you rearrange your roses to minister to each other. He gives us the grace to change.

    Love you, sis.


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