Pretty sure First Girl mixed weeds with the flowers in this bouquet she brought me from the garden. But to her, and now to me, it’s all beautiful. She’s always had a way of seeing the worth of a person or a thing far better than most.
This week, may you delight in the the ordinary, the difficult, the unwelcome and the problematic. May you see it all as beautiful through the eyes of Him who can turn our mourning into dancing and our sorrows into joy.
May you see flowers where others see only weeds.