Thought:

After a long slumber, the limbs, scarred, which look as though they might be dead begin to bring about life.  Thorns make this flora, at times despised and undesirable.  Yet, after  the dead of winter, followed by the life giving rains, something happens.  The limbs, they change form dirty brown to green.  Small buds adorn the limbs, surrounded by luscious green leaves.  The limbs reach out to he sky and reach out as far as they can.  The Rose, majestic and beautiful.

Hear the Good News, if there is ever a plant that embodies God's grace, it would be the Rose.  Painful thorns all around the bush, bush the grace is in the flower, the Rose.  Beautiful and elegant, the rose is a sign of love, of passion, it is given to friends, to families, and it can mean anything from "Hello" or "I Love You" to "I am Sorry" or "Get well."  Grace, Love, and Compassion of the bulb amid the pain and sorrow of the thorn.  Why not surprise someone today with a "hello", "sorry", "love you" or "get well".

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