How many times have you approached God honestly, deeply and truly; Asking for nothing, but received everything. Had everything to hide, but hid nothing. Said not a word, but spoke endlessly. Never opened your eyes, but saw eternity… How many times have you approached your Maker; not as who you want to be, not as who you wish you were, not as who you think you are, not as who you ought to be; But just as you are, with all the dirt that covered you, when He first fell in love with you.
John Blanchard stood up from the bench, straightened his Army uniform, and studied the crowd of people making their way through Grand Central Station. He looked for the girl whose heart he knew, but whose face he didn’t, the girl with the rose.
His interest in her had…