When I was taking a walk in Koriyama, there was a neighbor's bush that seemed to call to me to come closer, and for some reason, I pushed aside a branch and almost held my breath at the beautiful bloom hidden there. God must love beautiful things, I couldn't help but think; after all, this flower's beauty was probably being appreciated by no one else but Him. (But then He loved me enough to let me get a peek at one of His visual treats.) Oh that He would continue to mould ME to become a treat to Him too--one day, maybe He would delight in the fact He created me, chose to save me, spent time working on me. Maybe one day.
