Thursday, September 8, 2011

No God, No Peace; Know God, Know Peace.

As you look at yourself you see your imperfections and illnesses as a weakness;

But as others see you these things then become the wind beneath your wings and that which

separate you from those around you.

One white daisy feels imperfect surrounded by millions of red roses

but to a person passing by, that one Daisy has a beauty that cannot be matched by any rose.