Not So Rosy Anymore

 

Relishing my first morning home in weeks, I carried a steamy mug of coffee outside and settled into the rocker on the front porch. After a few sips, I noticed the green leaves of my rose bush were drooping toward the ground instead of stretching toward the roof as they had been. From my comfy spot on the porch it looked full and green, but something was wrong. Although the plant looked healthy from a distance, up close a damaging weed had overtaken it. Creeping up from the ground, it wrapped itself around every branch, stifling the green foliage, replacing it with its own.

“This is what happens when sin creeps in undetected,” I heard a still small voice say.

 We might appear whole on the outside, but sin weaves itself so tightly around us we believe there is no escape. Like my rose bush we no longer reach for the sky; we droop toward the ground in defeat. When we call out to God, He lovingly unravels the weeds from our branches setting us free from everything that entangled us. They become His to carry, not ours, allowing us to bloom again just like my rose bush.

 “So great is His steadfast love toward those who fear Him; as far as the east is from the west, so far does He remove our transgressions from us.” Psalms 103: 11b


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