The pink rose that I received yesterday...

A new romance that has yet to bloom into full passion

    As soon as I, together with other 39 people, heard the squeak of the room's wooden floor, the laughter and clamor of 40 voices subsided. It was as if the "stop" button were pushed and suddenly, there was silence across the room.

    It was not completely quiet though. From my seat, I could still hear the soft buzzing of the air-conditioner, the gentle flipping of pages, the constant clicking of pens, the restless tapping of feet, and the slow yet firm steps that I dread the most. As the sound of the steps drew closer to me, I could hear my heart throb with uneasiness and panic. I sensed eventually that I was uttering my prayers loud enough that my seatmate  probably heard me. I doubt it, though. I was too tensed to pronounce the words clearly. 

Who could blame me? Business Communications is the first major subject I have ever taken in college. Not to mention that seconds later, I would take the first anticipated "long" quiz, which is based on a 33-page article. Plus the fact that my weekend was jam-packed with activities that I wasn't able to check our FB group for quiz updates. In short, I wasn't able to review that much. All I could do was to pray and to tweet before leaving for school.

   As I caught sight of the white bond papers, I felt like I was on the verge of screaming at the top of lungs. Before I could even open my mouth, my professor had already placed a white paper on top of my desk. One white paper. I couldn't believe it. Ha! It was just a ONE pager quiz! I wanted to scream. This time, I wanted to scream His Name. Then again, even before I started screaming, my professor interrupted my thoughts and said, "You may now start."

    As I turned the page, I was stunne(whoa!) by what I saw. It wasn't simply because the quiz was only a page long, but because the 33-page article was reduced into 8 concepts--the only concepts--that I knew. It was unbelievable. 

     Right after I finished the quiz, I thought I saw a soft pink rose beside my paper. It was perfect. I could smell a glimpse of heaven here on earth. I knew then that nobody else saw the pink rose but me. The pink rose was meant for me...

...and that's when I remembered my tweet that Monday morning before I went to school:
"OTW to school. I expect God's miracle today! :') God bless us! Take care! :')"
    Pink roses signify grace, gentility, and sweet thoughts. More than that, pink roses signify a new romance that has yet to bloom into full passion (Flower With this little experience, I realized that what I witnessed was one of God's great miracles. I encountered the sweet, gentle, and the "full-of-grace" Jesus Christ. Just like the pink rose, Jesus comes in a gentle manner. He reveals Himself even in little things. What's greater is that He leaves a promise in every blessing and miracle that He gives His children. As the pink rose signifies a new romance that has yet to bloom into full passion, Jesus Christ promises His children that there is more to come. That He has more for you and me:

“What no eye has seen, 
what no ear has heard, 
and what no human mind has conceived”[a]— 
   the things God has prepared for those who love him—"
1 Corinthians 2: 9

Look around. There might be a pink rose meant for you as well. 

The pink rose meant just for you. 


Anonymous said...

I love this so much, Laurice, thank you for writing it! I can feel the Lord's presence in this blog, God Bless you! May His grace continue to keep you safe and happy! :) <3

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