Roses Are Red. Be a Yellow one

Roses are red… are they? You can go to the store and get a rose of almost any color. If you cannot find it at your local grocery store, I’m sure you can find it or order your desired color from a florist.

This world puts us in a box, or out of one for that matter. If you are not a red rose, you do not belong in the bouquet of other red roses.

At first, one might frown, look deep inside and ask why it is that they cannot be a red rose. Why they cannot fit inside the bouquet with all the others. They might even begin to wither away, losing all sense of worthiness. If they cannot belong to that, they cannot belong at all.

When the bouquet of flowers is picked up by a visitor, all they see is a bushel of red roses. A blurred together bunch without any notice to which one is which and how they differ.

How lucky we are, those of us who are not a red rose. Those who choose to be a yellow, orange, blue, pink, black or green rose among red, guarantees us the chance to stand out, to show our differences and to be noticed in the most humble of ways.

Not by our outer appearance of pedals or even color, but by the inner beauty and self-love that it takes to stand out among so many who choose to stand in amongst all the rest.


(Flowers seem to be an inspiration as of late, despite the lack of them in the midst of this cold midwest spring. But, as anything the Creator designed, there’s so much more to it than meets the eye. Stories and life lessons can come from anything. Thanks for reading and as always, please let me know what you think. 🙂

John Mayer and Good Friends

I have decided that I want to go to more concerts. Other than small, Christian gatherings I hadn’t been to any until this past September.

I have listened to John Mayer’s music for years now. Turning it on, reminiscing on the good old days, crying when he sings his heart out about love in so many different ways.

Concerts do something to you. In a world where so many live through the screen of their phones, through other people, live concerts give you something so much more.

They give you a sense of belonging. In the midst of thousands of people, you can feel a sense of unity, of peace, and love. Everyone is there for this person or this band. It’s one small thing you have in common with all of these people you might never have been in the same space with otherwise.

Time stopped for a while as we sat anticipating his arrival, as we sang to his beautifully, carefully crafted songs, and as we waited for the encore.

Looking back, it’s one of my most favorite memories. Getting to spend moments like this with friends is something I know is good for the soul. I left content, but I also left wishing I could live inside these songs forever.

So, here’s to attending more concerts where real people meet for real entertainment despite our differences. Here’s to good music and good friends.

**ALSO, thank you to John Mayer for coming back and writing fantastic songs once again. And for giving your best at the final destination in Indiana… you’re an inspiration and I hope my words can some day have as much as an impact as yours have.