The Last Rose of Summer

Just as dawn’s early light spilled over the horizon, my eye caught site of the last rose of summer just outside my kitchen window. It was a bright brilliant red. The flower was acting like it didn’t know that the air was chilled and summer was over. All the other blossoms had faded and fallen. Yet this rose bloomed on.

Every now and then seasons change in our lives. The expectation is that we must pack it in, call it quits or retreat until a better day. But something inside us won’t let go. In spite of the forecast we bloom even if we have to bloom all by ourselves.

Dear Lord,

There is nothing that we can do to deserve the gift of eternal life. You gave it freely to all who accept it and it allows us to be light in dark places. Your gift helps us to bloom like the last rose of summer in spite of the forecast of change.

Thank you for giving the roses among the thorns the power to bloom another day in spite of the conditions that can hinder it or make it difficult to bloom.

Thank you for the anointing to bloom in difficult places and in difficult times. Thank you for your favor that continually creates favorable circumstances in uncertain seasons.

In Jesus name, Amen.

VMM