Wounds equal pearls

Did you know….An oyster that has not been wounded in any way does not produce pearls? 

A pearl is a healed wound.
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Pearls are a product of pain, the result of a foreign or unwanted substance entering the oyster, such as a parasite or a grain of sand.

The inside of an oyster shell is a shiny substance called “nacre.”
When a grain of sand enters, the nacre cells go to work and cover the grain of sand with layers and more layers to protect the defenseless body from the oyster.  As a result, a beautiful pearl is formed!

The more pearls, the more valuable…

We are all valuable with all of our wounds.  Some of us have small wounds or pearls and others have gigantic ones.  Regardless of the size, they are what makes us each beautiful.  It's hard sometimes to embrace the pain or the wound at the time, but just remind yourself that you're going to make it thru this and you'll have a pearl to show for it.  

So, just a little reminder your survival rate of making it through tough times is 100%.  So you got this and you're never alone and you are valuable.

God never allows pain without a purpose.
What if your greatest ministry to others comes out of your greatest hurt?https://drive.google.com/uc?export=view&id=1ZYBYgsTZo0k9SYCe_lrIKFjc83JymhLV


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