The warm winds blew across her silky petals as she sat there in the woods, fastened to the bush from where she had bloomed.
The little rose stared at the sky, wondering why she and her sisters had been placed in such a remote area. Why hadn't they found a home in someone's garden?
“Lord”, she whispered up toward the sky, “how come you put us way out here where no people could look at us, or smell us, or enjoy us?”.
God waved his hand and sent another light breeze across her soft petals. The little rose looked up and saw a beautiful man in white standing beside her. “Are you God?”, she asked.
“No, little one. I am a messenger sent to you from God. He knows your feelings and wants you to know that He has placed you here for a reason”.
“God has sent me here to let you know that all things on this earth are precious to Him and that there is beauty in everything. He has placed trees where shade is needed, placed rivers where water is needed, and placed mountains where solid terrain is needed. You, little one, were placed here because God knew this spot needed a special kind of beauty”.
The little rose blushed with the knowledge that God thought so highly of her.
“Remember, little one,”, the messenger continued, “you are not out here alone. God can see you and thinks you are beautiful. He can smell you and is comforted by your scent. He is with you, always, and enjoys you everyday”. With that, the beautiful man in white vanished into the air.
The little rose looked around at her siblings and realized that they were exactly where they were meant to be.
