I'm afraid of bees, wasps and all those scary stinging critters. I could never be a bee keeper!
Why is it that these hurtful things help the flowers and plants become beautiful? Just seems like delicate flowers shouldn't need those scary bugs.
Then I got to thinking about life. Out of hurt "can" come beautifulness. (yep, my word) In my life, times of stinging bug-y-ness pollinated my attitude, actions, and my spirit. But when I turned to God, He smeared the pollen over my soul to grow stronger spiritual flowers.
"And after you have suffered for a little while, the God of all grace, who called you to His eternal glory in Christ Jesus, will Himself perfect, confirm, strengthen and establish you." 1 Peter 5:10
When I hurt, make me beautiful. I want others to just see the flowers.
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