My day was busy with all kinds of dues for plain existence. The evening got me trying to do some work I'm still learning. I really don't know why I do end my thoughts in metaphor.
I'm sure that all in this world is there because God created it for some purpose without nobodies permission or advise why or how. I looked at this picture of a place in my garden and realized I did not like the bindweed in it because it wined up the lilies and crept all over the place. The plants did not complain. They got along fine. They each have their own looks, their own beauty. We do pay for them if they are sold in store, but why do I have to dislike it in my garden? It is actually a pretty blooming vine and when my hands are not capable anymore to pull the weeds, they are not so bad after all. Just look in this picture: the baby breath, the lilies and even the binding weed add to the composition. Why don't we learn that maybe the Lord created all these flowers for us to learn togetherness and neighborly tolerance without trying to push each other away?
Just a few flowers, but when you have nobody else to share your joy with, just a look at them says: we are the greetings of the Lord.
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