Forgive Me Father
Wild Flower


These painful realities shape us. We can use them to make or break us. Sometimes in breaking us they make us.

You have taken your pain, the arid harshness of the land, and allowed Wild flowers to bloom and give joy to others. That is a beautiful thing; to translate pain into inspiration.

Mad love and support, Wild Flower.

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