Why the Rose of Sharon? My Spiritual Journey

The Rose of Sharon holds a special place in my heart and on my journey. This page is a reflection of my spiritual path and my understanding of Heaven and Hell, shaped by love, loss, and faith.

In my lowest moments, when I was on the streets, I sought God, at my lowest of lows. My best friend was there beside me, capturing those moments that brought us closer. It was during this journey of faith that I opened the Bible and found the Rose of Sharon in the Song of Solomon, a symbol that resonated deeply with my truth and my life. In those lines, I saw a reflection. The presence of my best friend as part of that path.

She was the most beautiful person I had ever met. When I was about to give birth to my daughter; her God-daughter. I got the call. I had lost my best friend, I went into labour and gave birth in that same hospital at the same time. While God was bringing one of his angels home, another one was being born. I was so lost and hurt wondering how and why and if my best friend had made it to Heaven. I was then reasured and given comformation through the devine. She made it home and was at peace with our Father God! That lifted my spirit and drew me closer. 

She was the most besutiful person I have ever met. 

The Rose of Sharon blooms as a symbol of beauty, resilience, and divine love. It reminded me that even in moments of doubt and darkness, there is a light that guides us, and a love that never leaves us.

This page is dedicated to Kitty, and exploring that journey of faith, the delicate balance between light and shadow, and the promise that we are all, ultimately, guided by a divine love that brings us home.

Love You Forever and Always! 

More to come about The Rose of Sharon..

 ( not quite ready yet) 

Why I don’t go to church.

Why I don’t sit on pews

or lift my hands under stained glass.

Why I don’t kneel beside altars

built by men with half-shut hearts.

This is why-

My church is in my bedroom.

Because I met God

when I was homeless,

not in a cathedral

but on a concrete floor

with my hands trembling

and my stomach empty.

I met Him

when no one else called my name

but He still knew it.

In the silence of my room,

I found more truth

than any microphone could preach.

I laid on my bed—

battling demons they’d never see

behind filters and Sunday smiles—

and I still praised.

My room saw my breakdowns

and my breakthroughs.

It held my kids while I held back tears.

It heard the prayers I couldn’t even say out loud.

There’s oil on these walls now.

Not from a pastor’s hand,

but from the anointing I carried

when no one carried me.

My church doesn’t have ushers—

it has angels.

My tithes?

They were paid in obedience,

in surrender,

in choosing not to give up.

My communion was in cracked lips

and brokenness—

and still, He met me there.

So no—

I don’t need a building to prove I believe.

Because in my room,

God hears my prayers

My room is my sanctuary.

My room is where I speak to God

Just him and I, and I know he listens

I can feel it in my heart

This is holy ground.

And you wouldn’t know it

unless you knew what it took

for me to still believe.

My church is in my bedroom.

And God never missed a service.

— Megan Rose

Resilient Roses 🌹

I believe Heaven is a place of peace—a return to light, rest, and divine love. It’s where souls are gently guided home after a life well-lived or a heart that sought truth. Hell, to me, isn’t a pit of fire, but a restless in-between—a place where broken souls wander when they’ve lost their way or rejected the light.

But even in darkness, I believe grace can still find them.

I believe love reaches low.

I believe healing is possible—here and beyond.

We all walk the line between light and shadow,

Most of us I beleive find the light

But not all.

In the stillness of your seeking, know that love is near,

A journey through the veil of life, where questions turn to clear.

For heaven is a gentle peace, a light that always stays,

A place where souls find rest at last, in everlasting rays.

And yet, on earth, the echoes dwell, where spirits sometimes roam,

Caught between the world's embrace and longing for their home.

But even in the wandering, in the spaces in between,

There’s hope that grace will guide them through, to places yet unseen.

For heaven and earth may share a space, where love and mercy blend,

And even those who wander long may find their peace again.

So trust that in the grand design, where love and light align,

There lays a gentle path, in God's own perfect time.

In the dance of light and shadow, where heaven touches earth,

We find the paths of love and grace, and those of darker birth.

For some, the light is gentle, a beacon shining bright,

Guiding them to peace and rest, in the warmth of heaven’s light.

Yet for those who wander far, where shadows deeply dwell,

They linger in the in-between, a space we know as hell.

Not flames or fire eternal, but a restless, haunted roam,

A soul that’s lost its way to peace, and cannot find its home.

So let us choose the path of love, of kindness, and of grace,

To shine our light upon this earth, and make it a sacred place.

For heaven and hell may share a space, yet love can be the key,

To guide us to that peaceful rest, where all souls are set free.