Raindrops on the Roses

I have a beautiful rose bush in the front of my home..I love roses..any color..they are so pretty, have you ever looked at a perfect rose to see how the little tiny bud starts out all covered and as the days go by it opens up little by little until it is finally a beautiful rose..and where does the smell come from? I don't like the scent of a rose candle..nor do I like the scent of rose hand lotion but oh how I love the scent of a rose...tonight we had a shower I went out on my porch and looked at the raindrops on my roses..how beautiful, had it been a hard rain my petals would have been laying on the ground..the rose would have been broken..but the roses need the rain to grow..not only the sun..
Aren't we like that..starting out we are closed up in the womb of our mothers...there safe and warm until God is ready to brings us out and open us up into this world that He has given to us..we start out fresh..like my twin babies now..pure...beautiful and soft and oh so Innocent..then the rain starts at first its just some drops but as we go on the storms come and soon we are all crumbled to the ground...and we need to be picked up, cleaned up and saved from our doubts, fears, insecurities and our sin...and oh how wonderful to have a Savior, the same one that created the perfect rose...the tiny precious babies...to come along and pick us up and love us and show us the way if only we let Him...I want His raindrops to fall upon me gently..just enough so that I don't forget what a sad state I was in before He came to give me new life...that I may too, forgive as He has forgiven me..