|Photo Courtesy of Gianni Zanato|
The beauty of this white rose has not diminished because of its singed petals. It seems to, somehow, add to its beauty. It seems to define it somehow as it makes the petal's swerves and crevices more pronounced.
The same with you and I. As we get "signed" by life's circumstances, we have two ways of looking at that which has seemingly burnt us. "Yes, I'm now disfigured" or "Look how unique I now am". The singe-ing of our hearts and souls can cause a type of disfigurement or we can allow the searing to adorn us - adding loveliness to our souls.
It's always about choice.
I choose the latter. How about you?
Because of Him and Unto Him,