The Blue Rose Devotion

My friend from Oregon sent this to me. I thought it it fitting for several reasons. I like roses, not necessarily blue, and I work with mentally challenged adults. This is a little exaggerated in describing the handicapped individual, however, the message is a good one. Special needs individuals are often misunderstood or overlooked. They are people too, with very valid feelings, and yes, much like children. But a child of god just the same. I found this very moving.




The Blue Rose

Why do I always have to be the one that starts to do laundry and there's no detergent?
I guess it was time for me to do my "Dollar Store" run, which included
light bulbs, paper towels, trash bags and Clorox.
So off I go.

I scurried around the store, gathered up my goodies, and headed for the checkout counter
only to be blocked in the narrow aisle by a young man that appeared to be about
sixteen-years-old.

I wasn't in a hurry, so I patiently waited for the boy to realize that I was there.
This was when he waved his hands excitedly in the air and declared in a loud voice,
"Mommy, I'm over here."
It was obvious now, he was mentally challenged, and also startled as
he turned and saw me standing so close to him, waiting to squeeze by.
His eyes widened and surprise exploded on his face as I said,
"Hey Buddy, what's your name?"
"My name is Denny and I'm shopping with my mother," he responded proudly.
"Wow," I said, "that's a cool name; I wish my name was Denny, but my name is Hal."
"Hal like Halloween?" he asked.
"Yes," I answered. "How old are you Denny?
"How old am I now Mommy?"
he asked his mother as she slowly came over from the next aisle.
"You're fifteen-years-old Denny.
Now be a good boy and let the man pass by."

I acknowledged her and continued to talk to Denny
for several more minutes about summer, bicycles and school.
I watched his brown eyes dance with excitement because,
He was the center of someone's attention.
He then abruptly turned and headed toward the toy section.

Denny's mom had a puzzled look on her face and thanked me
for taking the time to talk with her son.

She told me that most people wouldn't even look at him,
much less talk to him.

I told her that it was my pleasure and then I said something.
I have no idea where it came from,
other than by the prompting of the Holy Spirit.

I told her that.... There are plenty of red, yellow and pink roses
in God's garden,However.... "Blue Roses" are very rare
and should be appreciated for their beauty and distinctiveness.

You see, Denny is a "Blue Rose"
and if someone doesn't stop and smell that rose with their heart
and touch that rose with their kindness, then they've missed a blessing from God.

She was silent for a second, then with a tear in her eye she asked,
"Who are you?"

Without thinking I said,
"Oh, I'm probably just a "daffodil or maybe even a dandelion,"
but I sure love living in God's garden..

Luke 6:37
Judge not, and you will not be judged;
Condemn not, and you will not be condemned;
Forgive, and you will be forgiven

God Bless.