“The thorn is one of the most cursed, and angry, and crabbed weeds that the Earth yieldeth, and yet out of it springeth the rose, one of the sweetest-smelled flowers, and most delightful to the eye, that the earth hath. Your Lord shall make joy and gladness out of your Afflictions; for all His roses have a fragrant smell. Wait for the time when His own holy hand shall hold them to your nose...”
-- Samuel Rutherford
Photo credit: Cathy Wilson, who took this picture of a rose blooming in our yard.
