Flowers are such undemanding friends. When you need beauty, they give generously. They have a quiet and humble glory. Their countenance is cheerful and colorful and this one has a heart of gold. They often enliven a room with sweet fragrance.
Their ephemeral nature makes it hard to form a lasting acquaintance, however. Fair weather friends, indeed.
The grass withers,
The flower fades,
But the Word of our God stands forever.
Isaiah 40:8
I’ll probably delete this in the morning, making this an ephemeral post.
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