Sunday, September 28th, 2003
When I grow up, I want to be a flower. I can dig my bare toes into the cool soil all day and the roots will go deep. I can pleasantly wave in a gentle breeze. I can lift my face to the sun. When it rains, the cool drops of water will splash upon my cheeks and trickle refreshingly down my throat. I will stand defiantly against the storms and wait for the sun to come again because it always returns. I will always be dressed in my gayest apparel because I strive to impress my Creator who cares for me.
Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow; they toil not, neither do they spin: And yet I say unto you, That even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these.
(Mat 6:28-29)
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