The White Rose

I found this beautiful story on fellow Angel Mommy Natalie's Blog and it really hit home. It seems like Hayden has had a lot of new friend's join him in Heaven lately. I know that it should be a joyous thing but I can't help but think of the pain and sadness the families of these perfect angels have to endure.

THE WHITE ROSE

All the Earth's mothers and fathers 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 and Fathers:

"See the works of my hands, someday you will be the parents of these radiant spirits."

The garden glowed with mixtures of all kinds and colors.

"Choose Ye." He said. One by one mothers and fathers stepped forward.

I want the blue-eyed curly haired one, who will grow to maturity and be a mother in Zion.

Yet another chose a brown-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 an Earthly home.

Now in the East corner of the garden, pure white roses stood as sentinels.

They were not so colorful as the rest, but glowed with a kind of purity which set them apart.

As these beautiful roses were left unchosen, the Father spoke,

"But who will take the white roses, the ones in the East corner of the garden?

These will return to me in goodness, perfect and pure.

They will not stay long in your home, 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 as you complete your mortal journey,

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 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 and fathers

with love in His eyes for someone to step forward.

Then He said, "Silence! See the most pure and perfect of all the white ones, I choose Him.

He will go down and be a sacrifice for all mankind. He will be scorned, mocked and crucified.

He is my own. Will not anyone choose like unto him?"

A few mothers stepped forward. "Yes, Lord, I will."

Then a few fathers, "And I as well.""Yes, we will Lord."

Soon all the pure white roses were taken and they rejoiced in the choices

their mothers and fathers had made.

The Father spoke again.

"Oh 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 roses embraced their mothers and fathers,

and so complete was their purity and love that it filled their souls with peace, courage,

and faith. Each mother and father knew they could endure this task.

And the greatest of all the white roses gathered them as a hen gathers her chicks,

and an outpouring of love surrounded each mother, father, and child.

Together the Father and His chosen one, prepared these mothers, fathers,

and their white roses for their special mission.

And together, each mother and father who would bare the mortal pain

of the white roses felt God's overwhelming peace and love as they all shouted,

"Thy will be done."