“I do not understand at all the mystery of grace – only that it meets us where we are, but does not leave us where it found us.” ~ Anne Lamott
rose
Yesterday, a single bud; this morning, a rose. Despite the rabbit’s best efforts to maim and destroy, Shirley’s Grandiflora Rose lives. She has taken root and is growing new leaves. The bloom tells me she’s alive and healthy. Next year, she will be fuller and in full bloom. She is beautiful like her namesake.
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