I scurried around the store, gathered up my goodies and headed for the
checkout counter, only to be blocked in the narrow aisle by a young man who
waited for the boy to realize that I was there. This was when he waved his
"Mommy, I'm over here."
It was obvious now, he was mentally challenged and also startled as he turned
and saw me standing so close to him, waiting to squeeze by. His eyes widened
and surprise exploded on his face as I said,
"My name is Denny and I'm shopping with my mother," he responded proudly.
"Wow," I said, "that's a cool name; I wish my name was Denny, but my name is Steve." "Steve, like Stevarino?" he asked. "Yes," I answered. "How old are you Denny?""How old am I now, Mommy?" he asked his mother as she slowly came over from the next aisle. "You're fifteen-years-old Denny; now be a good boy and let the man pass by."
I acknowledged her and continued to talk to Denny for several more minutes
about summer, bicycles and school. I watched his brown eyes dance with excitement, because he was the center of someone's attention. He then abruptly turned and headed toward the toy section.
Denny's mom had a puzzled look on her face and thanked me for taking the time to talk with her son. She told me that most people wouldn't even look at him, much less talk to him.
I told her that it was my pleasure and then I said something I have no idea where it came from, other than by the prompting of the Holy Spirit.
I told her that there are plenty of red, yellow, and pink roses in God's Garden; however, "Blue Roses" are very rare and should be appreciated for their beauty and distinctiveness.
You see, Denny is a Blue Rose and if someone doesn't stop and smell that rose with their heart and touch that rose with their kindness, then they've missed a blessing from God.
She was silent for a second, then with a tear in her eye she asked, "Who are you?"
Without thinking I said, "Oh, I'm probably just a dandelion, but I sure love living in God's garden."
She reached out, squeezed my hand and said, "God bless you!" and then I had tears in my eyes.
May I suggest, the next time you see a BLUE ROSE, don't turn your head and walk off. Take the time to smile and say Hello. Why? Because, by the grace of GOD, this mother or father could be you. This could be your child, grandchild, niece or nephew. What a difference a moment can mean to that person or their family.
A friend of mine emailed this story to me.
It moved me deeply.
No wonder Jesus said, "Let the little children come unto Me."
I get the idea that Jesus was trying to get a message across that was much deeper than what His disciples could physically see. I believe He wanted to teach His followers to stop and acknowledge people. Like usual, the disciples needed their eyes adjusted. On this particular day, Jesus rebuked His disciples because they too, overlooked the Blue Rose in front of them. The children were insignificant, so the disciples thought. That is until, Jesus brushed them to the side and took the children upon His knee confirming their value and worth in God's eyes.
The man in this story was wise enough to give a little of his time to this 15 year old boy ... and in doing so, he was giving more than just time, he was expressing love and interest in a boy that may have been overlooked a million times by others.
And in doing so, he experienced the beauty of the Blue Rose.