The Rosebush
She had something she wanted to show me. She took me by the arm and led me away. After a brief walk she tugged at my arm and we stopped. “There,” she said. “Isn’t that something!” She pointed toward a rather humble looking rosebush, a Baby Ramble Rosebush to be specific.
“Oh!” I said, forcing a polite smile.
“Look closer,” she insisted.
There beside the rosebush was a small plaque. After reading the words upon it, I stood back and echoed the words of my older friend, “Well, isn’t that something!”
It seems as though that Baby Ramble Rose brought forth its first blossoms in Fairfield, Ohio in 1935. In 1972 it was taken to Cheviot, Ohio. In 2000, on to Kansas City, then to Bow, Washington in 2002. Finally, in June of 2004 it was placed where it grows today.
Many things came to me as I stood there considering the rosebush at my feet. I considered its amazing durability, blossoming each spring in spite of being constantly uprooted. I considered the love the owners had for the plant, taking it with them wherever they went. I considered the way the plant was able to adapt to wherever it found itself, from Cheviot, Ohio to Bow, Washington. I considered a God who created a never ending universe, but who also followed that little rosebush around for 76 years, giving it what it needed to live and produce beautiful roses.
May we blossom anew each spring, and live our lives trusting in you to provide for our needs no matter where we are or what we are doing.
