You cant make others Color Burst with Happiness...only God can.

I’m learning as I get older, that you can’t make people happy. Only God can make people happy like the flowers upon my countertop that are color bursted with glee.

I’m learning you can’t stop people from sinning...but, we can be disciples and pray. We can place caring carnations in a person’s vase, but it’s up to them to keep the vase filled with living waters.

I’m learning you can’t give people a picked flower, and expect them to find the joy within the simple beauty. Only God can give true joy that’s abundant like a bouquet ravished with red roses of true love.

I’m learning you can’t save a person from misery. Only God can shine the sun upon shadows that darken Sunflowers, bringing glorious cheer to a home.

I am learning...God gives bouquets of trueness and life and fills a person with joyous daisies 🌸

You make known to me the path of life;

you will fill me with joy in your presence,

with eternal pleasures at your right hand. - Psalm 16:11

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