This rose is one of the first (actually, the second) to bloom in our front yard. It is my favorite kind of rose: dark red, velvety petals, shiny green leaves, classic scent, and yes, even thorns.
Those thorns make one appreciate the good attributes of a rose. We tiptoe gingerly around those thorns, always very respectful of their sharpness--all the while, admiring the beauty and complexity of the bloom itself.
What lessons can be gleaned from merely admiring such a beauty of God's creation?
