Jason's friend who also lost a sweet little family member shared this story with him, and he shared with me, and I shared with my Relief Society president, and she shared at a funeral in our ward for another sweet little one. Now I wanted to share it here as well in case anyone else can find some peace in losing a little one.
The White Rose
By, Myrna Cox
All the earth’s mothers were gathered together at God’s Garden of flowers; those
beautiful budding spirits, who would someday come to earth, were nurtured and
tended in the garden. A loving father spoke to the Mothers; “See the works of
my hands, someday you will be the mothers to these radiant spirits,” the garden
glowed with the mixture of all kinds and colors.
“Choose Ye,” He said, Now in the East corner of the garden pure white roses
stood as sentinels. They were not as colorful as the rest, but glowed with a kind
of purity which set them apart. One by one mother’s stepped forward “I want the
blue eyed, curly haired one, who will grow to maturity and be a mother in Zion.
“Yet another chose a brown eyed, brown haired boy full of life and love who
would someday be a prince in a grand country. The garden buzzed with
excitement as the others chose their own special spirits, those whom they would
soon welcome into warmth and love of an earthly home. Once again the loving
Father spoke,” But who will take the white roses, the ones in the East corner of
the garden. These will return to me in purity and goodness, they will not stay
long in your home, for I must bring them back to my Garden for they belong with
me, but they will gain bodies as was planned, you will miss them and long for
them, but I will personally care for them.” “No, not I,” many said, in unison. “ I
couldn’t bear to give one back so soon.” “Nor I,” said others. “We will take those
who will remain and grow to maturity and live long lives.” The loving Father
looked out across the multitude of mothers with a longing in His eyes for
someone to step forward, Silence. Then he said, “See the most pure and perfect
of all the white ones, I chose Him. He will go down and be a sacrifice for all
mankind. He will be scorned, mocked and crucified. He is mine own. Will not any
one choose like unto Him?” A few mothers stepped forward. “Yes, Father, I Will.”
Then another, and, “I as well,” “Yes, we will Father” Soon all the pure white roses
were taken and they rejoiced in the choices of the mothers. The Father spoke
again “Oh, blessed are your who chose the white roses, for your pain will be a
heavy cross to bear, but your joy will be exceeding, beyond anything you can
understand at this time. The white ones, embraced their mother knew they could
endure the tasks. And the Greatest of all the white ones, gathered them as a hen
gather her chicks. And the outpouring of love surrounded each mother and child,
consuming all the white ones as He prepared them for their task. And each
mother who bore the weight of the White Rose, would feel the overwhelming love
of God, as they all shouted, “Thy will be done.”
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During these times I look at my family and thank Heavenly Father for every second with them. I have been truly blessed and recognize every day is a gift.
