Anyone who's tended a rosebush knows the thorns get your attention long before the blooms do. They prick, they catch, they draw blood. And it's tempting — so tempting — to define the whole plant by what hurts.
But hope insists on a different focus. It doesn't deny the thorns. It just refuses to let them be the final word. Beneath every painful season, God is cultivating something fragrant. Something worth waiting for. Something that wouldn't exist without the very soil that feels so hard right now.
What "fragrance of hope" are you holding onto today?
For God so loved the world that he gave his one & only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life.
-John 3:16
God didn’t just say He loves you. He proved it on the cross. Eternal life is the greatest gift ever.
Good morning, everyone!
Good Morning Patriots 🇺🇲🇺🇲 Have a BLESSED✝️ and PEACEFUL🕊 Tuesday.
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