Olga Shvartsur-Red Rose
Door number three contained a sweet smelling rose scented hand cream.
I am named for the Rose of Sharon, one of the many titles for Mary, Our Queen. Sharon being a plain in the Holy Land.She is the blooming flower of that plain. Ignored by me for decades she finally she got my attention in beautiful dreams, a vision and an encounter with a Buddhist. By saying her rosary, I hold her hand.. She wanted me to walk with her and I am. Her "yes" brought the great story into being. He is the blossom and she, the stem.
Mary and Saint Therese are often associated with roses. I have a friend who has St.Therese as a spiritual companion and the day of her young son's funeral, she came home to find the scent of roses filling her house, though none were there.
In today's Advent reading, Nouwen suggests that we need balance in our lives.We have often heard this. prayer and works. We are incomplete without both.We need the time in the desert where you can hear words like this from Isaiah:
"But a shoot shall sprout from the stem of Jesse, and from his roots a bud shall blossom.
The spirit of the Lord shall rest upon him: a spirit of wisdom and of understanding, a spirit of counsel and of strength, a spirit of knowledge and of fear of the Lord......" ..in the quiet, I can hear the story of the Savior and hold the hand of the Mother.
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