We all want to be “normal” or like the other kids. We all want to fit in?
I was riding my scooter home from church today and I noticed a deep pink flowered bush with one purple flower sticking through proudly. At first glance, I went huh. I then looked closer. The purple flower came from another plant and made it’s home with the pink flowers’ bush. It was beautiful. Boy, it was beautiful. Then I started thinking, is the beauty in the differences? Are we fighting hard to be vanilla, when we really are chocolate chip? Think about it?