How Glorious

 
What wonderful things God has called us. We are Sons and Daughters, Brethren, Princes and Princesses, Friends, Heirs, Jewels. Jewels in a crown of gold, to encircle the head that 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 am I to protest the ways in which I am polished and fitted to that crown?

© Rachelle

(to be continued)