I received a rose today from someone I love.

I used to get them all the time – birthdays, anniversaries, that time he did that thing again.

But, then the roses stopped – time and old wounds stole their colors from me.

For years, I couldn’t even look at a rose – the very sight pushed me to tears. Old memories can leave a heck of a scar – but it’s only a shadow compared to the faith that is lost.

Faith is such an odd thing; we lose it when we need it the most, and yet in those moments, it’s found again.

You know, it’s funny – I used to mourn the loss of those roses. Though, today I realized — this one means more to me than all of the others combined.

Because, it represents something I know to be true – that sometimes beginnings are found in the ashes of endings.

Yep, this rose is the one that meant the most of all.