Violet.

I'm the kind of person who get discouraged very easily: one bad grade, one harsh criticism and all of a sudden any hope I had of excelling in that field is over. I have never been the best -- or even particularly good -- at anything and it would always get me down but now I'm starting to see things differently. It doesn't matter if I'm the best; it doesn't matter if I'm praised or recognized. It only matters if I add a little bit of beauty, all that I can, with my life. Think of a violet. It's a tiny little thing, not particularly beautiful, not particularly important but it still adds beauty.

Lord, I offer it and hope someday to glorify You not as the great, gorgeous sunflower or the classicly beautiful and lovely rose but as a violet; small and not noticed but still beautifying, still sweetly perfuming the air. Your will be done.