This is our neighborhood “florist” getting ready for the day. I watched her as she carefully selected different colored blossoms and assembled something beautiful from the pile around her. Her tired, thorn-scarred hands worked diligently.
Each day, she stands on the street corner, hoping someone passing by will choose to buy one of her bouquets. She reminds me of another one, who with his nail-scarred hands, makes beautiful things out of our lives, in hopes others will see His glory in us & desire to know Him.
