Canon 5D Mark ll, 100 2.8 macro, 3.5 aperture, 1/160 shutter, 400 ISO
I hope to be like this last rose of the season, open and trusting that spring will come again. She does not falter or flinch, although the winds of change encircle her fragility. She knows the One who holds the warmth of the sun in His hands, and she is undone in her worship.
It is so tempting to close myself down tight when I am afraid of being hurt. This fallen earth holds pain in the rocky paths we walk, and our faith is often chafed and scratched by it’s thorns. Even the rose boasts these jagged places on her very stem, just beneath her thin velvety petals. Surely she is aware of them, and yet she blooms, stretching wide as she gazes up and away from the barbs, and into the face of her Creator. When she worships, she is open and trusting, exquisitely beautiful in her vulnerability.
I want to be like the rose. Lord, help me to open even in the face of uncertainty, and worship You alone. For there I find my purpose and beauty.
Psalm 28:7~”The LORD is my strength and my shield; my heart trusts in him, and he helps me. My heart leaps for joy, and with my song I praise him.”
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sigh, so beautiful, so beautiful.
Beautiful Belief . . . that is legit.
Such great thoughts.
I want to live that way as well.
I love this so much.
So much.
And love YOU.
Thank you for this word.