I walked through the warm misty morning air over the brick courtyard to see the roses glistening in the dew. I was instantly mesmerized by the shimmering water on the rose. A mere droplet of water on a petal captivated my soul in worship to my Creator of glory in such small things. The color was as satiating as a meal for hunger. Describing it as “coral” or “pink” hardly conveyed the nuanced ombré of the lavender tint on the outer most horizon of the petal’s curve. The delicate veins and furl of the petal shown in the iridescent dew making the color seem to glow. I stood immersed in…