I almost threw it out because the rose had died. Then I noticed that the thorns sprouted new growth. Isn’t that just so much like life? The big dream or goal or accomplishment dies, and we wallow in self pity and go to throw ourselves out because we’ve failed... and we almost miss the newness that God grows out of our pain and sadness. Don’t miss the new life growing in you by staying stuck in the loss of what you thought was the greatest thing.