Roses are my favorite flower. Despite the fact that I’ve always tried to come up with a different “more original” favorite flower. I gravitate back to the rose bush time and time again to marvel at their beauty. I like everything about them. Their lovely aroma. The way they look in a mason jar or spread out across a bed in a fancy hotel. I love the contrast between the beautiful interlay of petals and piercing thorns beneath. God placed just the right amount of imperfection on a rose to remind me that they are real. That even with prickles, they sprout. They rise and bloom despite their thorn. Perhaps, they are more beautiful and interesting, because of their purposed complexities. I am a rose. I am beautifully made and dearly loved – but I too – am imperfect. I have thorns. And you are a rose, my dear. Your thorn might look like a health issue, abandonment, identity crisis, or failure. For others, a thorn appears as infidelity, perfectionism, betrayal or loss of loved ones. Life with Jesus isn’t always rosy. Sometimes it’s thorny…
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