I love roses....maybe that's why this post over at Laura's blog grabbed me so firmly. I had no idea that roses had such an awful, heartbreaking meaning in other parts of the world!
'On the streets of Southeast Asia, children and women selling roses often means
they are selling themselves.
And maybe a pimp watches from dark alleys, or maybe they have nowhere to run,
but the disadvantaged are sometimes forced to sell much more than the long-stemmed flowers in their hands.'
I hope I never look at roses in the same way again! I love her idea of a Prayer of the Roses - that whenever we see roses in the store, at a florist's or even in our own vases, we would be reminded to pray specifically for the trafficked & abused children in our world.