I came across this last night:
All of the earth's Mothers were gathered at God's garden of flowers;
Those beautiful budding spirits
Who could someday come to earth
Were nurtured and tended in the Holy garden.
A Loving Father spoke to the Mothers of earth.
"See the works of my hands,
Someday you will be the mother's of these radiant spirits."
The Garden of God glowed with a mixture of all of the colors.
"Choose ye", He said.
Now in the East corner of the garden
Pure white roses stood as sentinels.
They were not so colorful as the rest,
But glowed with a kind of purity
Which set them apart.
One by One the Mothers stepped forward;
"I want the blue eyes one, the curly haired one,
Who will grow to maturity and be a mother in Zion."
Yet another chose a brown eyed brown haired boy,
Full of life and love
That would someday be a prince in a grand country.
The Garden buzzed with excitement as the others with their own special spirits
Those they would soon welcome into the warmth
And love of an earthy home.
Once again, Heavenly Father spoke;
"But who will take the White Roses,
The ones in the east corner of my garden?
These will return to me in purity and goodness.
They will not stay long in your home
For I must bring them back to my garden
For they belong to me
But they will gain bodies as planned
You will miss them
And Long for them
But I will personally care for them"
"NO!,NOT I" many of the earthly Mothers said in unison.
"I couldn’t bear to give one back so soon"
"Nor I" said other mothers.
We will take those who will remain and grow to maturity
and live long lives.
The Heavenly Father looked out across the multitude of Mothers
With longing in his eyes for someone to step forward
Then Heavenly Father said;
"See the most pure white and perfect of all the white ones?
I chose him.
He will go down and be a sacrifice for all mankind.
He will be scorned, mocked and crucified.
He is my OWN,
Will not anyone choose like unto Him?"
A few mothers stepped forward
Yes Lord I will
Then another as well
And then some in unison said YES we will
Soon all the pure white roses were taken
And they rejoiced in the choice in their mothers.
Heavenly Father spoke again
"Oh blessed are you who chose the white roses.
Your pain will be a Heavy Cross to bear
But your joy will be exceeding
Beyond anything you can understand at this time."
The white one embraced their mothers
And so full was their purity and love
That it filled their souls with such excitement.
Each mother knew they could endure the tasks.
The GREATEST of all the white roses gathered them
As a hen gathers her chicks
And the out pouring of love surrounded each mother and child,
Consuming all the white ones and their mothers
As he prepared them for their task.
Each mother who bore the weight of the white rose
Felt the overwhelming Love of God
As they all shouted
"Thy Will be Done"
"Parents who have surrendered the sweetest and smallest flowers from the family's garden need to remember our Heavenly Father. He has promised a special reward to those who now suffer in silence, who spend long days and longer nights through their trying times of bereavement. Our Creator has promised glory. He said, 'For after much tribulation come the blessings. Wherefore the day cometh that ye shall be crowned with much glory; the hour is not yet, but nigh at hand.' (D&C 58:4) That promised glory includes the blessing of reunion with each child who has left the family circle to help surviving members of the family to draw nearer to God. Those children still live and are a heritage to the Lord." Russell M. Nelson