Polishing

What wonderful things God has called us. Sons and Daughters, Friends, Heirs, Jewels. Jewels in a crown of gold, destined to encircle the head where upon once laid a wreath of thorns.

But the time is not yet come. The jewels are still rough stones. Stones that must be cut and shaped and polished, until they are brilliant and perfect.

Who are we to protest the ways in which we are polished and fitted to that crown, or whether we be Emerald or Ruby?


© Rachelle

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