As I approached, the heady fragrance of roses, the heavenly perfume filled the air - it lifted my heart and my senses.
At first, I just combed all the markers - where would her rose be? Would it be blooming? Would everything be correct on the marker?
So many loved ones were represented there. So many young ones. Sweet ones that are missed here on earth. I moved more quickly - where was it, oh it has to be here!
Then, I found it. Near the back - but close to the sound of the trickling water. The peaceful and healing sound of gentle water drops. Those given in memory as well.
It wasn't in bloom - but there was a bud that will have bloomed by now. There was hope there. There was new life represented. It was so beautiful to me to see that - I got my pictures and then I found a quiet bench to sit and ponder a bit. I prayed for the family represented in my mission.
But, as I sat and my heart began to open - the tears were close. I remembered a time I had come here to host a breakfast as a thank you to some summer volunteers. I remembered coming to this very bench to sit and reflect while at a women's conference.
The opening of my heart became overwhelming and there was almost grief there. Something in me that still longs for that place. For the solace, the peace, the Presence and the instruction to my heart it provides by being there.
Even though I was privileged to be back and thankful for the moment, I quickly realized my meager minutes were ticking and if I was going to process - it was going to take more than minutes.
So, I did the unthinkable ~ yet safe thing to do. I closed my heart and mind to those thoughts and rose from my bench. I left the garden and resumed my life.
Later I tried to tell David on the phone about my visit to the Rose Garden and could not - I was so overcome again at the feelings of loss and it is such a raw and tender place in me. I guess I will always miss this place. It is a place I always feel Him. A place I always sense Him. A place I always find Him.
What a blessing to know that my eternity will be spent in a place that is like this. A place that I will always feel Him. A place I will always sense Him. A place I will always find Him. Yes, my heart is overwhelmed.
My heart is homesick for Him.
And, He helped me to realize that in sharing this with you. The tears come again in the typing of these words .....