Roses have always had a special spot in my heart. Their beauty can brighten any day.
How can something so beautiful have a thick stem of thorns, and petals so delicate they
fall off easily? I realized what my grandmother meant. Our Savior went to the cross with
a thorn crown, forgave our sins like petals on a rose falling off, and He came back more
beautiful than ever, bringing with Him the most precious gift to us – eternal life.
