When does a rose bush most glorify its Maker?
When it yields the fullest and most beautiful blooms, in the middle of an unknown forest?
Or, when it blooms beautifully in the middle of a park where everyone who passes by admires its glory?
Both, He whispered;
Though the former glorifies Me in a unique kind of way.
Because I am the rose bush’s Maker and only I know the extent of its potential;
So whether or not there is external acknowledgement, a beautiful rose bush is still a beautiful rose bush because I made it so.
And that is all that determines a rose bush’s glory.