Tuesday, April 19, 2011

The Rose Garden

This morning was a moment of deep spiritual nostalgia as my dad and I sat on a bench in The Rose Garden. This particular place carries huge significance in both my dad’s and my life, and this is the place where Jesus and I met for the first time. Today as we sat on a bench in the winter sun, talking about the Lord, I realised that so much has changed, yet so much has stayed the same; we’re both just as passionately in love with Jesus as we were back then {even more so now}.
Last time I was there, I was a little girl, and today, the progression of life and the Lord’s hand led me back there as an almost grown-up woman. If I look back over my shoulder, I see God’s fingerprints all over every single day of my life. I have stayed by his side all these years just as he has stayed by mine. Closest friend. Intimate lover. Teacher. Father. He has been everything and more to me throughout my eighteen years of life. The Rose Garden is to me a symbol of intimacy, fatherly affection, relationship, beauty, change, and the path of life, and I will never forget the day I met the one that I’ll be in love with forever. 

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