My thoughts- A pressed flower retains its color. I think of the song I woke up singing. “ Who Am I” by Casting Crowns “I am a flower quickly fading here today and gone tomorrow”.
My color is kept by being pressed. What does that mean? It is under pressure that true colors shine through. What shines through me when I am being pressed, squeezed, challenged?”
This is the last page of my Bible. It holds my pressed flowers.
Lord help me to live this day to the full being true to you in every way.