The Rosebush Letter

The story of The Rosebush Letter

I lost my faith once. It had been after my mother died. I had blamed God for what had happened , but now I think of how mad I was at God and look down on myself. She couldn't have left that morning anyway, she wasn't feeling well. I had begged her not to go, but she did anyway. My mother had died in a car accident, leaving me, my dad and my little brother. His name was Jessy. she left us to fend for ourselves in this world. I remember the sorrowful stare my father gave me as he sipped his coffee that morning.

He hadn't been crying at the time but his baggy eyes indicated that he had been before I saw him. I asked him what was wrong and he told me, " it just hurts knowing your mother's gone." I remember thinking it would hurt anyone if their mother or wife died so young.
My mom love to see things grow that's why she worked at the animal shelter and grew gardens all around pur house. Despite the fact that she thought all gardens were special, she definitely have a favorite. This garden stood between the 2 large, product reason the backyard, it was her wrist garden. She would work on the garden 4 hours a day trimming planting in meeting. Justin that darn win. The roads look like beautiful flowers in street from heaven. The car in for wonderful and teller caretaker have been away, leaving the garden the math. The things morning my mother as much of my father and I did.

The trees even seem to die with her. Dad told me to check the trees for life. I had already decided if they had died, I wanted them to say anyway. They were the one thing I had left of my mother. That day I check the trees is the day I regained my faith in God.

I came home one day to my father standing in the door. He asked me to go check the trees finally. Potentially avoiding the inevitable, I had put it off so long but even though I knew it was time. I walked around the house and solemnly walk towards the two big, bare trees. Almost like going to a funeral. The wind shook the bare branches together, making sad clicking noises as I walked.

I hadn't wanted the trees to be torn down to the ground like an old habit. I much rather they stand in their present glory as an honor to my mother. I walked around the rose bushes, lightly tasting my mother had known too well. the trees stud like guard shielding the red jewels between them. As I walked around the left tree I was confronted with my mothers grave. As I stared in silence a straight to your manage to xscape my eye and slowly trickle down my face. I did not realize how long i had been in my trance before noticing an arrow at the bottom of the tree.

The era stud bolt near the roots, directing any wondering eyes to the right. I walk towards the right tree and curiosity of this site I had not noticed before. When I approached, I found another arrow, sadly it pointed to the left, only which only left me confused. As I pondered the irony of two arrows pointing at each other, the light bulb went off. These areas hadn't been pointing at each other, but rather to those rose bushes that had meant so much to my mom.

I searched the Rose Garden tirelessly hoping to discover what a new piece of information the arrows were seeking to uncover. As a dog in surgery imagine the race bushes like some explore, it was not long before I found the white cross. I'll bring it was so clean, I'll miss coffee. It looks like a perfect girls 7 up I'll ruby's against is responses. New paragraph I don't know would come help me, but I got up off the ground in quickly feel miserable. Again big indignant I dug for what seem like years. In the midst of digging I was going tired and was just about to give up when I heard,as a dog in surgery imagine the race bushes like some explore, it was not long before I found the white cross. I'll bring it was so clean, I'll miss coffee. It looks like a perfect girls 7 up I'll ruby's against is responses. New paragraph I don't know would come help me, but I got up off the ground in quickly feel miserable. Again big indignant I dug for what seem like years. In the midst of digging I was going tired and was just about to give up when I heard, "clunk." I reach down into the hole I had dug and pulled out a small wooden box. It was dull and pinks, and clearly had spent some time amongst the rose bushes. As I open the lid in anticipation of my new found treasure, she stood up. A small, fragile ballerina on pedestal of the velvet lined box. She said so graciously, spinning in circles, as if untouched by time.

Again to spend the ballerina around until my fingers stopped in fear after I heard her click. As I let go I was suddenly enchanted by a beautiful song and of course her perpetual spinning. I was silence as memories of the song playing field my head. " jesus loves me this I know." the lyrics left my lips like it was just yesterday that my mom was singing these with me as I went to bed. after being lost in a time that was, I noticed the piece of paper sticking out from under the ballerina bucks. I lifted up the piece of paper only to notice it was a letter. Before reading what was contained beneath the folds and creases, I noticed the outside stated "To My Darling Elizabeth."

" if you found this letter, I am probably no longer with you. chances are you have followed the areas that I have left for you in the rose bush. I wrote this letter to tell you that I love you and that I never want you to lose your faith in God. Don't blame God for whatever has happened, I don't want that for you and neither does the Lord. I've passed away and there is no one to blame, especially God. I love you more than you could ever imagine but please let me go. I need you to do that for me. Lizzy please stay you always work, kind, creative, curious, but most importantly forgiving. Please tell your father and brother I love them dearly. Take care of them and don't forget, I will love you forever. Sincerely, your mother."

Right now I was crying as hard as the day I learned of her tragic ending. I couldn't help but read the letter over and over again. Getting lost in her memory, I knew my dad would soon wonder what was taking so long. I quickly push the dirt down into the the whole I had made. Picked up my treasure and ran into a small lunch my dad had prepared. It was not long before I read my dad the letter, his tears were evidence of the memories he was realizing inside. It wasn't long after speaking with my mom that we started going to church again. To be honest, my faith has never been stronger in my life, all things to conversation I had with my mom. As exciting the rose bush that day with her, I learned to never blame God for things that make me angry or upset me. I learned that by seeking him instead, his love and mercy will help see you through until the end. My mom taught me this, all from her rose bush letter.

Philippians 4: 13: I can do all things through Christ because he gives me strength.

Philippians 4: 6: do not worry about anything. But pray and ask God for anything you need. And when you pray, always give thanks.