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Rose Petals in the Wind

The rose bush in spring brings forth its buds with bloom to follow.  Then the fading of color, and intoxicating fragrance that distinguishes a rose from any other plant in the garden, as one by one the petals fall to the ground.

Gathering up the aged beauty we try to press them into books and potpourri pots in an attempt to keep the memory alive.

But the wind, she gathers each one lifting, twirling, whisking them away, and the season ends.

We are like those roses, Doc and I.  The roses in bloom are beginning to fade as we journey further into middle age.  But it is at this point that we are finding a richness of each other, of life, and of freedom in letting go of the expectations of others and living fully as we have been created.

We plan all of our lives for death and dying with a will and health insurance, exercise and healthy eating, but the aging process its self is not discussed much in social circles.

I love where we are in life.  Sometimes we will hear a phrase and we will give each other a knowing look remembering a joke that fits the comment.  Our little inside joke that would probably not seem so funny to anyone else if we tried to explain it to him or her.

Raising each other’s children, trying to respect the other one’s ex-spouse, battling out philosophies of child rearing, finances, and at what height should the lawn mower be set to cut the grass, has kept us working at the goal of becoming one.

And we are becoming one as the aging process continues to work on our bodies.  Together we have one good set of eyes, one good set of ears, one good back, and his right hip is good, my left hip is still good and we both still have good knees.

Rose petals on the ground.

We create memories with the children and grands, taking pictures of each event, pressing them into memory books, encasing them into picture frames scattered all over the house.

And one day the breath of God will return for that which was only on loan for a time, never to be seen on this terrestrial plain.

But as much as we love this place, we know that we are only visiting.  Doc and I laugh as we remember our Girl Scout, and Boy Scout lessons of leaving a place better than we found it.  So we plant rose bushes, feed fish, and impart to the generation yet to come the seeds of life.

I wonder if that this is why Jesus asked if the cup could pass.  Not only that he would not need to face a horrible death, but also perhaps He truly loved walking with us, and though it was for our good and His glory, perhaps, just maybe, he too was going to miss being here walking with the ones he loves so dearly.

But let’s lighten this up a bit.  Here are some quotes about aging that I have enjoyed.

“after 30, the body have a mind of its own” ~ Bette Midler

“Age does not diminish the extreme disappointment of having a scoop of ice cream fall from the cone.” ~Jim Fiebig

“Age is an issue of mind over matter, and if you don’t mind it doesn’t matter.” ~Mark Twain

“Aging seems to be the only available way to live a long life. ” ~Kitty O’Neill Collins

“An archaeologist is the best husband a woman can have. The older she gets the more interested he is in her”. ~ Agatha Christie

“None are so old as those who have out lived enthusiasum” ~Henry David Thoreau

A gentle wind graces my cheek and the rose petals swirl around my feet, and like a love letter from one far away, I know one day we will all return home.

 

 

 

 

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Posted by Diane W. Bailey on May 31, 2012
11 Comments Post a comment
  1. 05/31/2012

    nice…that passing along to the next generation is a beautiful thing you know…and investing in them says a lot about the life you have lived along the way…smiles…beautiful roses too…

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  2. 05/31/2012

    Beautiful photos!

    i need to work more on being really happy with the stage of life I am in!!

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    • 05/31/2012

      Theresa, Sometimes it is difficult. Have you read Ann Voskamp’s book 1000 Gifts? It really changed my attitude. Blessings, Di

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  3. 05/31/2012

    I always thought of the cup as the bitterness of separation from the Father. But this thought of missing this earth and being with those He loved–that’s got me thinking. I know our breath here is on loan, but I’m going to miss this place, too. Or not. 🙂

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    • 05/31/2012

      I know what you are saying, Sandra. There are some days that I’m ready for a ticket on the first train going home, and then other days I want to linger.

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  4. 05/31/2012

    i had never thought about Jesus wanting to spend more time with us… that means so much to me. thank you for this tender post, friend. bless you.

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    • 06/15/2012

      Thank you for commenting, Chasings. This comment got lost in the spam for some reason. I’m sorry it took so long to post. ~Di

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  5. 05/31/2012
    dukeslee

    You wear the fragrance of Christ … the Rose of Sharon.

    Thank you for also linking with Getting Down with Jesus …

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    • 06/1/2012

      Thank you Kind Jennifer, for your hospitality and opening your blog to us.

      Reply

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