If we had no winter, the spring would not be so pleasant: if we did not sometimes taste of adversity, prosperity would not be so welcome- Anne Bradstreet

This beautiful bloom was on one of our rose bushes and it was the first thing I saw this morning when I let Nola and Allie out. It smells even more delicious than it looks, and the color reminds me of the sunsets in St. Thomas. I couldn’t help but bring it inside so I can look at it every time I’m in the kitchen. Each time, I step outside I breathe deeply, taking in the smell of fresh-cut grass and thinking how especially thankful I am for spring this year.

This winter has been hard, but despite the pain I am grateful for it all. Because now I know… His strength IS sufficient. His grace IS enough. His hope IS real…

Just like that rose bush was a mere brown twig two months ago, now it speaks to the glory of its Creator. One day, I hope the same can be said about me.

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