God's Grace Revealed

The Pink Rose Story December 9th 2008


I had never been a lover of pink roses. They were ok, but not really on my radar.


It all started a few weeks ago when I was talking to my friend Helen on the phone. I had a vision of a pink rose bush. At that time, unbeknown to me, she was pulling a weed out of a pink rose bush as she was speaking on the phone to me. She saw that as a validation that we were connected (about what we were discussing at the time).




About a week ago I was lying in bed and realised that a pink rose (which was a hair ornament of mine) was stuck to my painting of Cradle Mountain. That rose had been stuck up there for months. Wow!!



Jo sent me details of a website about Mt Shasta, telosaustralia.com.au and I was checking it out. As I was reading a spiel by one of the site members, I suddenly noticed a pink rose featured down the left hand side of the written stuff.


Today I checked out the Freebies site. They were offering a choice of 2 X 2009 calendars – one which was called Roses 2009. By now I was starting to detect some synchronicities.


I wondered about the meaning of the pink rose so I googled it, only to find it is the earliest known rose in history and it means love, gratitude and some say it can mean grace.


Also – looking at Wayne Dyer – “finding your life's purpose” – an interview with Oprah and there on a table between them (never noticed this setup before with Oprah interviews) were 2 pink roses.




 The Great Awakening 11 The Shift – pink rose youtube
 My friend Marilyn’s gift to me last birthday was a cylinder filled with pink perfumed rose petals
 I noticed glasses with pink roses
 my favourite pink nightie had pink roses ....... an on and on


I just kept noticing them.


Not long after this I was hospitalised as I became (familiarly) hyper manic, my ego became too huge. It was my worst ever manic experience and I was hospitalised for a month, lost my friend Marilyn as I treated her badly. I learned the hard way the meaning of responsibility.



The Pink Rose Story (cont)

The following July (2009) on my birthday, amazingly the pink roses came back. Narelle gave me a pink rose quartz tree and a card featuring pink roses. A couple more of my cards featured pink roses. I was telling Gwenda (sister) the story of the pink roses and she had a look on her face, saying “that's a coincidence” as she had bought me a little glass plaque with a “sister” verse on it …. and two tiny pink roses were stuck on the bottom.


I know that symbolically this all represents compassion and grace and I feel this is being shown to me, however , as much as I would like to,I don't necessarily feel loving, compassionate and full of grace.


A few months went by, and no major pink rose episode.... until I flew to Tasmania in order to coordinate the nursing of Willis (my mother in law). She had been diagnosed with sideroblastic anaemia about two years ago and all the family realised it was only a matter of time and (although she had been having blood transfusions) eventually (to quote the specialist) it would all go pear shaped. In my heart I had always known that I would be there for her at the end and when she died I was holding her hand. After she died, I suddenly felt inundated by pink roses.


Her son told me that Willis had left me her jewellery in the Will. That made me smile to myself (as, compared to Willis, I am NOT a jewellery person – just very basic). I had come across a large jewellery box with lots of miscellaneous pieces – earrings, necklaces and I decided it would be nice to allow friends and family to choose an item or two to remember her. I was really happy with that thought as I witnessed the pleasure gained by each person as they remembered her and made a choice from the box.


However, the next day I was sitting at the dining table and I had a thought. I remembered a ruby ring which she used to wear. I was born in July with the ruby as its gemstone just like Willis. It came to mind that the ring was not amongst the other jewellery. That was one piece of jewellery which I would like. I set out to find it.


I started out looking in her china cabinet (where she would often put small precious things). When I opened the glass doors, the first things I noticed were a little porcelain shoe and handbag, both with pink roses on. I’d had similar feelings of a heightened sense of awareness (as similarly described in “The Celestine Prophecy) before. I sensed something was happening. It seemed from then on everywhere I looked I came across pink roses – towels, soap, her nightie, a biscuit tin in the kitchen where I had been moving around for 9 weeks but never noticed before, mugs, cups. It seems she loved the pink rose. As if to clarify and confirm what I was thinking, I went to her chest o’ drawers (where she often kept precious things). There, I found a calendar for 2007. Each month featured a rose and also a little quote. It happens I had given her those 12 pages once when she holidayed with me in Queensland.


Excitedly I flicked through the pages looking for the pink rose. When It is on the back of June so I’m pretty sure it was the picture for July. It depicted a pottery vessel filled with beautiful pink roses, half a dozen lying on the table looking just as perfect. There was a straw hat and on the brim lay just one solitary stem of pink rose. The little quote said this “ It brings along such comfort knowing that should trouble ever fall, we have a very special friend who will always hear our call.” How fitting.


The roses kept coming. Even as we entered the funeral home, the first thing I saw was a big vase of pink roses. And the nightie I had sent her for Christmas prior to my trip to Tasmania was pink with pink roses. On some level I knew and I now know there is something bigger at play.


Once again, I checked out the meaning of the pink rose and the popular meaning seems to be gratitude and grace. The Cambridge Dictionary online describes the word grace (especially in the Christian religion) as meaning approval or kindness that is freely given by God to all humans. Wow!!


24/4/10
After confirming to myself that the pink rose represents Grace, I was at Runaway Bay Shopping Centre a few days ago and picked up a book by Brandon Bays (reduced in price) and I bought it (not really sure what it was about) When I got it home I realised that the first chapter was about JUST THAT – GRACE. It blew me away. What an amazing gift from the Universe. I knew it was happening from deep in my soul. I couldn't believe the synchronicities (thanks Carl Jung for teaching us all about these amazing coincidences).



Prior to finding the book entitled “ Freedom Is”, I had been, once again, in a manic state. My thinking was erratic and I was “on a mission” as often happens when I get like that. I decided that (amongst other things) physical and mental stress were showing me EGO at work. I remembered the story of the lost needle – how I had looked frenetically for a needle which I had dropped on the floor. I tried sweeping, vacuuming, magnifying glass and couldn’t find it. I went to work... and as I returned home, upon opening the door.... there was the needle sticking up in the carpet. It was the first thing I saw. I have no doubt that is one of many ways the Universe is trying to teach me to “let go” – not try so hard..... live in the wisdom of the Tao etc etc. I don’t need to look so damn hard for my answers. I just need to pray and surrender and TRUST.



And...... once again, I was being shown the same lesson. I was drawn to this book. It’s all about the things I’m needing to learn. It is showing me how to let go, surrender and find Grace. Thankyou Universe.

Today, I felt restless – like there was something I had to do but I didn’t know what. Tonight when I turned off the computer (stillness), it all came together.


25/4/2010

And then today there it IS written on the pages of this new book, ALL THAT I NEED TO KNOW ABOUT GRACE (THE PINK ROSE). I’m looking at the beautiful pink rose bookmark that my friend Narelle gave me last birthday and I’m crying. Crying because I need a soul mate to share this with. It’s blown me away how I casually came across this book and the first chapter is called “Effortless Being” – pg 23 “ I know, absolutely know in every fibre of my being, that grace is whole, complete, requires nothing, needs nothing, and certainly does not need my help or efforting. So the only one who could possibly feel the desire to struggle would be EGO itself. And these days, if any tendency to effort arises, I stop instantly, recognise EGO is trying to take charge of something or control something and I know that any effort whatsoever will stop the easy flow of grace” and pg 24 “ So I’m acutely watchful now: if even a whisper of efforting arises, I instantly realise that it might get in the way of the magical flow of grace that is perfectly manifesting and orchestrating everything around me, and I stop everything...... I close my eyes, I choose acceptance and trust, and I fall into effortless being, then I pray that grace will reveal the highest action in the right time, and I surrender to letting the Divine take the helm and guide the way”.



What it all means? Well, right now I don’t have to know. I’m letting go of ego which has been there for the ride during a huge part of my journey (and continues to be so) and I’m totally trusting in Divine guidance. TRUST, surrender, forgiveness, gratitude, humility and responsibility. What precious lessons. How blessed am I? Thankyou God. You are magnificent.

27/9/2017

The innocence and magic of a child. This is Emmy Grace ( my grandchild). xxxx