Where Did The Last Rose Go?
To everything there is a season (Ecclesiastes 3:1)
I noticed when I walked the dogs this morning that the last rose on the bush beside my porch has finally given up its struggle to survive. Only one petal remains. The last rose of summer is here and gone. It speaks to me of the changes I’m facing in my life.
The lingering summer scents of newly mown grass and fragrant blossoms have given way to the aroma of falling leaves and freshly chopped firewood. “Where did summer go?”
Perhaps it’s time for other things to go also: Plans that failed, and unfulfilled dreams. They are relentless. It’s time to shrug off the shroud of sorrow and loss. Even as the last rose drops, my sense of disappointment, dread, or despair must release its hold.
The last rose of summer forecasts the last leaf of yet another season’s change to come. How do we grasp this new season in life? Life’s autumn may remind us of the dying embers of our dreams. But wait. Wasn’t the death of our Lord upon the Cross the gateway to that glorious resurrection power? Seasons come and go but God is still God, and God is still here. All He really wants is our love and worship.
After the resurrection of Jesus, the disciples had a reunion with the Lord. The Message translation puts it this way:
“The moment they saw him they worshiped him. Some, though held back, not sure about worship, about risking themselves totally. . . Then he said to them, ‘I’ll be with you as you do this, day after day after day, right up to the end of the age’” (Matthew 28:17,20).”
To the end of a season, to the end of my grief, disappointments, whatever hinders me from worship. Like that rose, I will experience the soil of change.
Prayer: Lord, thank You for the change of seasons. Help me to adjust to each life change with the excitement of newness of life in Christ. In Your Name, Amen.