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This week the word is bloom
Sometimes I’d like to be a flower, no worries, no cares. Does my stem make me look too fat? Do these thorns make me seem too prickly? Are my petals too yellow? Am I fragrant or not? Nope. Flowers just bloom.
But I’m not a flower. I think too much, perform too much, worry too much, when all I want to do is be, to bloom like the beautiful flower I was created to be.
28 And why are you anxious about clothing? Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow: they neither toil nor spin, 29 yet I tell you, even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these.