Tissue Paper Flowers, for bandaged fingers.

"When My heart won't make a sound, when I can't turn back around when the sky is falling down.

Nothing is greater then this."

Love is right here.

We are all, fragile, like tissue paper.

What's so amazing is how much we seem to forget the person next to us at the post office, across the street or taking our order at our favorite restaurant could be without love.

There is just something about true, pure love.

Not the kind of love though we find in a spouse, a love that is believed to make everything right.

Because Love is already everything, and is already making everything all right.

Love forgives.

When we are children, we want love.

When we our teenagers, our parents fear about our loves.

Then, when we our just us.

We forgot what love even is.

The hunger for love is much more difficult to remove than the hunger for bread.  ~Mother Teresa

Jesus.

Loved.

And Because of this love, paid it all.

Jesus saw me, as the tissue paper flower that I am.

Being folded, molded and shaped into what I am going to be.

I needed a creator.

My creator paid it all for me.

Made me, changed me, formed me. 

The tissue paper flower that I am.

So today, find a tissue paper flower in the making.

Encourage them, pray for them.

Or if you are the tissue paper flower.

I encourage you and I am praying for

Y o u.

Wherefore comfort yourselves together, and edify one another, even as also ye do. 

1 Thessalonians 5:11