A Simple Story

A boy walks down the street; he passes by a whole bed of flowers. Flowers were God's creation to bless the world, to bring people happiness. Each flower is unique. God created each flower to have its own worth, beauty and purpose in the world. One specific flower catches this boy's eye for a moment, it is a rose almost about to bloom. Its beauty and scent entrances him for a moment and in that moment, he decides to pick the rose. He is no florist, he is no gardener, he does not harness the skills to care for this rose, but caught in the moment, those thoughts are pushed aside and he stands there holding the rose in his hand admiring it. He continues to walk down the street, holding the rose up smiling at the way the sunlight hits it's red petals, the way the scent slowly wafts and surrounds him. The rose is his and he is happy. Instant gratification has taken place.

Further down his walk, the rose without proper care such as trimming the stem and water, starts to wilt. The boy notices and his happiness slowly starts to dissolve. He tries at first to care for the flower, but he is no florist, he is no gardener, he is a boy. He does not possess the passion and enough love to care for this rose. The boy stares at the rose for a second and decides the best decision is to throw the rose away. The initial excitement, the moment of entrancement has long gone. The rose lays on the sidewalk, further wilting.

Picking up the flower, he did not know the full responsibility that came with the flower. There are many flowers out there and this is just one among the many. Had the boy left the rose in its place, the rose could've been admired by other passer byers. The gardener could have taken care of it in its garden and allowed it to fully blossom. The florist could have cultivated the rose and placed it in a gorgeous bouquet for someone to truly admire its beauty. It could have fully bloomed and reached its full potential. The rose was meant for greater things in this world, but that one boy who couldn't keep his hands to himself, took that rose away from that. He didn't think about the greater picture, he couldn't care for the rose the way it needed to be cared for. He was just a boy. And the rose lays wilting on the sidewalk.

But the beauty of it all is that God can make all things and people new again.