Yesterday as we were preparing for a picnic lunch, I noticed the shucked corn and the many imperfections among the rows of kernels…
I thought Our Heavenly Father loves us even with all our imperfections
our bumps
our bruises
We don’t have to be perfect to be beautiful
beauty is growing everywhere
Blessings for a beautiful Easter Sunday
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