Shelly brought home several roses the other day to practice making corsages for the FFA convention next week.
I asked her where they got the roses from and she told me that a local florist donated them because they where imperfect.
Later that night I decided to take pix of the roses and while getting close up shots I started to see little scars and bruises on the petals.
I thought ok these are just little imperfections but over all this roses is stunning.
I don't know why but when I went to bed that night kept thinking of the these imperfect roses as the florist called them.
In the morning I downloaded the pictures of the roses and came across this picture of
Ben's scared, bruised eczema hands and the imperfect scared and bruised rose.
It literally took my breath away.
I love Benny's hands they are big and strong and they feel so nice in mine I especially love kissing them.
I also love the extra time I get to spend with Ben taking care of his hands.
Yet I know the world looks at them as scared bruised and imperfect just like the florist saw the rose.
I then released why I was so bothered about the roses, because we are a society that over looks a person a piece of fruit,a drawing car,an unborn baby with defects a rose all because it's not perfect.
I am so grateful that I have people in my life that over look or don't see my imperfections.
I am grateful that I had parents who raised my to see a world of color and that every one has potential.
I am grateful That Heavenly Father gave me the opportunity to give birth to what the world calls a defected or imperfect baby but What I know to be a perfect spirit.
I hope that every one who read this will stop and take the time to see the perfection in what others may think are imperfect.