It was the sign I was instructed to look for. Even before summer, I saw a single stem in bloom. I wasn't actually convinced that my prayers were answered. It was the season of roses and they are all over the place.
When the ones against the garage wall are gone, there was that lone stem again standing out, reminding me to keep faith. By the time the landscapers trimmed it off, I was convinced I need not be afraid.
But there bloom a few more stems again, maybe the last batches for the summer.
Life is beautiful, even if it has thorns.
