As I was picking off the spent blooms from my flowers, I thought about how it represents God's work in me. In order to continue to get more beautiful blooms, the old dead ones need to be removed. When God picks the old blooms off, it might be a little painful, but, in its place a new beautiful bloom comes. Hmm. Never though my petunias would teach me such a profound lesson.
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Hey beautiful! I wonder have you pruned this blog?
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