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Wednesday 22 February 2017

Blooming beautiful



Taking a little time, making the effort, binding up the wounds and refreshing one another. That’s what walking each other home is all about.
We took a little time with this wounded amaryllis. Found a suitable support to provide the strength that had been lost in the accident. And now look at it. Not just the one bloom, but two beautiful flowers trumpeting spring.

Whatever you did for the least of these...Jesus wasn’t talking about battered flowers but about battered lives. We are called to come alongside, extend a helping hand, a shoulder, advice, money, love, friendship, whatever is needed for however long.

Life is all about walking each other home. A privilege and a joy, especially as we see others bloom as they were meant to, giving fragrance and beauty to this life.
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