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This is a little proverb I wrote for Christmas in 2016
Remember cutting snowflakes out of paper when you were a child....

In the beginning we were all very precious but plain as paper. Not at all like our fancy mother and father. They were fancy times a zillion. They said “we have a plan for you to become fancy just like us.” “It will be difficult and it will require your faith and trust in us, especially when things get difficult.” Most of us agreed to the plan. What did we know; we were just plain squares of paper who wanted to be extra fancy.

So the Master crafter took us and began to fold us and bend us. It was kind of hard but not that bad. We thought this will be easy. A couple of folds and BAM! We will become fancy. “Not so” said the Master crafter and be took out His shears and began to cut!

 “What! “We exclaimed. He cut a little cut here and a little cut there. “Ouch” we complained. But He continued to trim…. But then came the deep cuts. They hurt a lot. This didn't feel like the plan at all. “No more cutting” we complained. “Please, please stop” we began to cry and beg the Master crafter. He reminded this was happening because he loved us. He said “this is the way I became fancy”. And then we began to notice.....the Master crafter had cuts in his hands and feet. They were very deep. But He didn’t complain. He said “because of my cuts you can know, that I know, just how it feels”. And we began to understand that He understood. And He continued to cut. Pieces fell again from our tattered and folded form. Sometimes it was hard to have faith that from all of this we would amount to anything.

When we stumbled and fell we became stained and spotted. We were ashamed at our appearance. But then the Master carefully cut away the stains with the precision of one who was personally acquainted with each stain. Did this cost extra we thought. The Master Crafter explained that He had already paid the price for each one of us, to have each stained removed.

This trimming and cutting continued over and over….and we endured.   Then one day He said "it is "finished" And He very carefully unfolded each one of us. ...one by one. And guess what… we looked just like Him. We were beautiful and looked just like our mother and father too. We were perfect and yet all unique. You might even say we had become holy. In the end, it was all worth it.

…BECAUSE I BECAME EXTRA FANCY!
( times a zillion )

Here are some scriptures that go along with it.

Beloved, now are we the sons of God,
and it doth not yet appear what we shall be:
but we know that, when he shall appear,
we shall be like him;
for we shall see him as he is.
John 3: 2


Isaiah 53…But he was wounded for our transgressions; he was bruised for our iniquities: the chastisement of our peace was upon him; and with his stripes we are healed.
He was oppressed, and he was afflicted, yet he opened not his mouth: he is brought as a lamb to the slaughter, and as a sheep before her shearers…
Yet it pleased the Lord to bruise …for he shall bear their iniquities.…and he bare the sin of many, and made intercession for the transgressors.

Isaiah 1:18 Come now, and let us reason together, saith the Lord: though your sins be as scarlet, they shall be as white as snow…

Job 9:  17 For he breaketh me with a tempest, and multiplieth my wounds without cause.

Mosiah 3:  19 For the natural man is an enemy to God, and has been from the fall of Adam, and will be, forever and ever, unless he yields to the enticings of the Holy Spirit, and putteth off the natural man and becometh a saint through the atonement of Christ the Lord, and becometh as a child, submissive, meek, humble, patient, full of love, willing to submit to all things which the Lord seeth fit to inflict upon him, even as a child doth submit to his father

Jacob 5:  26 And it came to pass that the Lord of the vineyard said unto the servant: Pluck off the branches that have not brought forth good fruit, and cast them into the fire.
 27 But behold, the servant said unto him: Let us prune it, and dig about it, and nourish it a little longer, that perhaps it may bring forth good fruit unto thee, that thou canst lay it up against the season.