The Blue Rose
For years I became involved with men who were all wrong for me…my relationships were full of pain. One day I decided to pray. “God, I don’t know how to pick the right partner, so please, please choose for me…and God, just so I’m sure to know who you’ve chosen, let him somehow present me with a blue rose.”
Every day after that I let go of a little more control and opened a little more to God loving me and choosing the right person for me. And every day I looked for my blue rose. One day I attended a networking luncheon where Alan Cohen was speaking about the power each of us has to bless another human being. When he invited us all to do a blessing exercise I found myself standing face-to-face with a young blue-eyed man. We joined hands and gazed into each other’s eyes and blessed one another. After the exercise ended and we returned to our seats, I felt like I was in a daze. A few minutes later, the young man turned back to me and introduced himself. “I’m David Rose,” he said. I knew then that God himself had presented me with my blue-eyed Rose. A year later David and I were married.
~~Brenda Rose
From A Cup of Chicken Soup for the Soul™
Text © 1996 Brenda Rose
Blue roses will blossom in the snow, before I ever let you go, Blue roses will grow up to the sky, before I ever make you cry...
Every day after that I let go of a little more control and opened a little more to God loving me and choosing the right person for me. And every day I looked for my blue rose. One day I attended a networking luncheon where Alan Cohen was speaking about the power each of us has to bless another human being. When he invited us all to do a blessing exercise I found myself standing face-to-face with a young blue-eyed man. We joined hands and gazed into each other’s eyes and blessed one another. After the exercise ended and we returned to our seats, I felt like I was in a daze. A few minutes later, the young man turned back to me and introduced himself. “I’m David Rose,” he said. I knew then that God himself had presented me with my blue-eyed Rose. A year later David and I were married.
~~Brenda Rose
From A Cup of Chicken Soup for the Soul™
Text © 1996 Brenda Rose
Blue roses will blossom in the snow, before I ever let you go, Blue roses will grow up to the sky, before I ever make you cry...
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