On top of the piano in his classroom, my Institute teacher keeps two arrangements of plants.
On one end sits a sad display of bent twigs, stripped of everything but a few desperately clinging leaves.
On the other end sits a bouquet of remarkable beauty. The flowers steal the attention away from its miserable partner, and even the vase shines under the classroom lights.
Who stands between them?
Not even the most dried-out, worn, hopeless twig is beyond the healing power of the Savior.
For I reckon that the sufferings of this present time are not worthy to be compared with the glory which shall be revealed in us. --Romans 8:18