My Rose

I don’t think it’s any coincidence that I stumbled upon this little letter I wrote my daughter today. This was dated back in January…and it surfaced at the perfect time.

It’s October…pro-life month, it’s the day before I give a pro-woman training to all the college students participating in Bearfoot for Babies, and it’s a week before I give my testimony to a group in Ft. Collins.

Sometimes this work…these trainings… and giving my testimony…can really be emotionally draining. But when I read this letter I wrote…I remember what the purpose behind all of it is.

This was the perfect reminder of what a gift life can be.
Like a rose in the thornbush.


 Dear AvaMarie,

I wish with all my heart that you would know truth, beauty, and goodness.

These things remind me of a rose.

The rose…truth…beauty…goodness…they all point to Love.

Because real, genuine, authentic love is true, beautiful, and good.

I hope you encounter this perfect love.

But our world is broken. We are imperfect. We are wounded. We are tired. We fall short. And mostly we are afraid.

We are afraid of love. We are afraid that we don’t deserve it, that we are unworthy of it, that it may not even be real.

So we deny love. We deny beauty, we deny truth, and we deny goodness.

We run away out of fear of being unloved.

It doesn’t even make sense that we would run away from the very thing we desire, but we do.

I know I did. I was broken. I was lost. I was hurt. I was ashamed. I was so afraid of being unloved.

Fear dictated my life. Fear haunted me. Fear almost drove me, almost drove us…to death.

But….perfect love casts out fear.

You showed me this perfect love. You led me to the true, the beautiful, the good. You led me to perfect, authentic, genuine, raw love.

The love that forgives. The love that redeems. The love that gives grace.

The love that has the power to make the broken beautiful, to bring life from the ashes, the love that is eternal.

The love that is like a rose.

Bringing beauty from the thorn.

And you, my sweet girl, are my rose. I love you.

-Mommy

 

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3 thoughts on “My Rose

  1. Beautifully said, Raquel. Thank you for your testimony and for sharing your little beautiful Rose with everyone who reads this.

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