An Eternal Perspective

The White Rose

All the earth’s mothers were gathered together at God’s garden of flowers. Those beautiful budding spirits, who would someday come to earth, were nurtured and tended in the garden. A loving Father spoke to the mothers: “See the works of My hands, someday you will be the mothers to these radiant spirits.” The garden glowed with the mixture of all kinds and colors. “Choose ye,” He said. Now in the east corner of the garden pure white roses stood as sentinels. They were not as colorful as the rest, but glowed with a kind of purity which set them apart. One by one the mothers stepped forward. “I want the blue-eyed, brown haired boy, full of life and love who would someday be a prince in a grand country. The garden buzzed with excitement as the others chose their own special spirits, those whom they would soon welcome into the warmth and love of and earthly home.Once again the loving Father spoke, “But who will take the white roses, the ones in the east corner of the garden? These will return to me in purity and goodness, they will not stay long in your home, for I must bring them back to my Garden for they belong with me, but they will gain bodies as was planned. You will miss them and long for them, but I will personally care for them.” “No, not I, “many said in unison. “I could not bear to give one back so soon.” “Nor I,” said the others. “We will take those who will remain and grow to maturity and live long lives.”The loving Father looked out across the multitude of mothers with a longing in His eyes for someone to step forward. Silence. Then He said, “See the most pure and perfect of all the white ones? I chose Him. He will go down and be a sacrifice for all mankind. He will be scorned, mocked and crucified. He is mine own. Will not anyone choose like unto Him?” A few mothers stepped forward. “Yes, Lord, I will.” Then another, and “I as well”, “Yes, Lord we will.” Soon all the pure white roses were taken and they rejoiced in the choices of the mothers. The Father spoke again, “Oh, how blessed are you who chose the white roses, for your pain will be a heavy cross to bear, but your joy will be exceeding beyond anything you can understand at this time.” The white ones embraced their mothers, and so full was their purity and love that it filled their souls with such endearment. Each mother knew they could endure the task. And the greatest of all the white ones, gathered them as a hen gathers her chicks, and the outpouring of love surrounded each mother and child, consuming all the white ones as He prepared them for their task. And each Mother who bore the weight of the ‘White Rose’, would feel the overwhelming love of God, as they all shouted, “Thy will be done.”

I just found this post on a blog of another "angel mom". It was something I needed to read today. I think it is beautiful. The part that hit me the most was, "The white ones embraced their mothers, and so full was their purity and love that it filled their souls with such endearment." This is exactly how I felt my relationship with Hailey was. It is so hard to explain and to fully convey the connection, the love that we shared while she was in my womb. It was sooo strong. When I sit quietly and think about it I can still feel it. I can feel it now. I am so grateful for that and I hope that I can continue to feel it through the years.

Yesterday was hard for me when I realized that my birth date (the 26th) will forever be shared with the same date of Hailey's death. I don't know why it hadn't crossed my mind before. I felt like I had a cloud hanging over my day yesterday. Five months ago she left this world. Part of me can't believe it has already been five months and the other part of me feels like it has been forever since I had my sweet angel in my arms. The story above helps to bring my eternal perspective to the front of my mind. It is a constant struggle between the earthly and the eternal perspectives. Lately I feel like I have had a hard time keeping the eternal perspective close. I have really been struggling. For now I am grateful for this story to help me through today.