Roses

 So I went to Holy Hour tonight, and that was a really funny concept, we were already running late, so we had to change trains, like numerous times.I was freaking out hoping that they weren't going to finish early so I offered it to Our Lady. As I was running I came across a beautiful rose that looked exactly like this one. I was desperate, because I also needed the sacrament of Penance. I knew that this was going to be an inconvinience for Father as, many would he would have a tight schedule. But mother gave me this idea to give a pink rose to someone, at the time I didn't know who for.Originally I was going to give it to Jesus in the Eucharist, but that didn't work out as I planned.We managed to get there just before the Blessed Jesus was going to be put back into the Tabernacle. I kneeled and prayed to Our Heavenly Father and Our Blessed Mother and I didn't think about the rose to just before I went into the confessional. I know that priests have many burdens to carry so I felt this real pure love of giving the rose to Father. I know this sounds weird but I really think that he was mean't to recieve that small gesture of love. We especially need to pray for our priests.

One thing I was reflecting on was the fact that Mama is soo in love with roses, in many things she talks about the our prayers are like fragrance into the heavens,and such is these mainly referring to roses. Named also as the Mystical Rose. This really captured a thought in my head which then in turn became a revelation. The simple analogy of we the children of God being a beautiful rose, can obtain such things as thorns. Humanity is so fragile like a beautiful rosebush, that has a beautiful face, a fragrance, a colour which attracts the purity of truth and love.This can be misguided by our sharp thorns, sometimes in a distance cannot be seen. Signifying our brokeness, our woundedness, our sharp weapons of mass destructions. I don't know if you've ever looked at a pretty rose and you become so astounded at its beauty that you go straight into touching it, after realising you've been pricked. We are all like that and its so beautiful! So Beautiful!