So, my nickname among my neighbors in the dorms is "Une petite fleur fanée" (a little faded flower). I am a 'petite fleur' because way back when I moved in, that is how I explained why I can't/won't drink huge volumes of alcohol, i.e. 'I am a delicate flower who wants to be in good health!' Thursday, when I became a seriously old lady, they added the 'fanée.' (Oh, I love my boys!) Upon hearing this, Dad pointed me to this verse, and I thought it was worth mentioning!
"The grass withers and the flowers fall, because the breath of the LORD blows on them. Surely the people are grass. The grass withers and the flowers fall, but the word of our GOD stands forever." Isaiah 40:7-8
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