His bouquet Of flowers

Being biracial as a kid I suffered that standing out thing. 😞 My paternal African American grandmother would tell me about God’s beautiful bouquet of flowers that represented His children. When I asked why I couldn’t just look like my cousins so I could feel like I belonged? Madea asked me, “What’s more beautiful? An entire bouquet of red flowers or a bouquet of flowers in every color of the rainbow 🌈? I agreed and she then confirmed in my spirit that I was hers, I was beautiful and I belonged because I was a color that belonged in the rainbow. Thanks Madea! I know you never left me🥰🥰🥰🥰

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