Along the sidewalk each slab of stone lies cleanly next to another.  The morning sunlight reveals the pock marks over each in a display establishing its uniqueness. Leaning in, the view expands to capture a tall flower, standing 2 ft upright, and pointing its blossom to the sky, and gleaming in the sun's ray. The orange flower has another bloom, tucked neatly next to it, not quite opened yet, like a mother and her child;  part of the same stem yet each unique.

Nothing made alive in God is perfectly identical to another, anywhere in this universe. Even in mans desire to create conformity and predictability, there is variation once life touches it. Creation's reflection of Creator.

How are you unique, and what power does that bring to your life?