You are my precious stones. You are my precious metals. And as I refine you and as I polish you, I don't want you to think that I've thrown you away or you're alone. I am refining you and making you more beautiful. You are my beautiful, beautiful jewels and my beautiful pendant that I'm making and if you could just see what I see.
I'm happy with you. Let me refine you and I walk with you. I'm standing right beside you. I am with you. And as you come through the trial you will see how strong you are and you will be so much more precious in my sight.
So just look forward to being the beautiful, beautiful jewelry that I'm making.
32 Fear not, little flock; for it is your Father's good pleasure to give you the kingdom.
33 Sell that ye have, and give alms; provide yourselves bags which wax not old, a treasure in the heavens that faileth not, where no thief approacheth, neither moth corrupteth.
34 For where your treasure is, there will your heart be also.
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