Turned to the Light

There is a story told about a lovely white rose which the Lord placed in a weed patch. This rose was the only thing of true beauty in that patch and was well aware of that fact.  Each morning, as the dawn opened her fingers over the earth, she placed one crystal drop of dew on that rose.  This was the rose’s crowning beauty, for the dew drop shone like a sapphire crown.  And so, each morning, the rose would cup itself toward the dawn to receive its one drop of dew, and each morning it stood...