Roses. Every girls dream. Receiving roses is something that makes us, as women, warm up inside. Most of the time the flowers are thoughtfully ordered ahead of time for a special occasion. More often than not they ordered hastily… last minute…saving their ……well you get the idea.

However I have given direct orders to my husband if he is going to spend a lot of money on flowers… make it a gardenia or geranium… just something I can plant in the ground and continue to enjoy for months…maybe even years.

But Mother’s Day weekend I received some roses from my son. Some beautiful white roses. It truly brought tears to my eyes and warmed my soul. No matter if it was hurried and without thought or if he had debated and wrestled with what to get for me. I didn’t care. Those roses were so very special to me.

I understand more every day of why God refers to himself so often as a Parent. It’s because all of us either have a parent or we are one. It’s a type of love that is relatable to us. I can remember My son bringing me flowers when he was a child. It was usually some old weed that happen to be blooming. Most of them would still have the roots attached. Those weeds meant as much to me then as these gorgeous white roses did on Mother’s Day.

And to God we can bring our worst and our best. He still looks down with the loving eyes of a parent. He is just happy we are coming to Him at all.