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The Rose


I stretched as hard as I could, but I was able to reach only some of the items with the tips of my
fingers. The chair was not quite tall enough. The best I could, I started to move things around until I
reached the treasure I so desperately wanted. In the process I sent another vase crashing to the floor. But
that was all right I had what I wanted.
I meticulously filled the vase with the perfect temperature of water and then made my way back
to the table where I had laid my rose. Carefully I picked up the flower and to my anguish the petals began
to fall to the table and on to the floor. I was so stunned that I stumbled and stepped on the petals crushing
them under foot. All that I had done, all that I went through, was for nothing I had failed to save my rose.
Then the sun started to come out from behind the dark clouds and the birds started to sing again.
The storm was over. As it turned out, the rose would have survived longer had I simply trusted and left it
attached to the vine that gave it life in the first place…
Isa 64:6 but we are all as an unclean thing, and all our righteousness are as filthy rags; and we all
do fade as a leaf, and our iniquities, like the wind, have taking us away.
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