I've changed the name of my blog to "Raindrops and Roses: Thoughts from my Heart." It's a title I had thought about since I first named it simply, "Raindrops: Thoughts from my Heart." Raindrops and roses both have the same two-sided meaning; they fit together. Not to mention, I simply love roses and raindrops so why not combine them in a blog title?
Raindrops. Sometimes they are most wanted - on a hot day or in drought. They cool my skin, and make the trees sparkle. Without them, rainbows would not exist. Beautifully simple, raindrops intrigue me. They refresh and rejuvenate. But sometimes they are most unwanted - in the middle of a family picnic or a lonely stroll. They beat down and drench and chill my heart.
Roses. My favorite flower. They're traditionally beautiful. Pure. Their scent is satisfying. But they have thorns which prick and hurt. They draw blood to the surface.
In both raindrops and roses there is both a beauty and a hurt, both something to be desired and something to be shunned. My life seems to be a reflections of these things - raindrops and roses. Things that are beautiful and refreshing, and things that soak and hurt. Within these two words are the places my heart dwells, or yearns to dwell.
"Oh, that we might know the Lord!
Let us press on to know him.
He will respond to us as surely as the arrival of dawn
or the coming of rains in early spring.” -Hosea 6:3 NLT
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