A dear friend of mine, Lizzie (is it coincidence that she shares the same name as mine? I'll never tell!) shared with me a very inspiring allagory. It made my heart smile. Thank you, Lizzie. *HUGS*
I'm going to personalize the following as it was told:
All you see are the thorns. Strong. Hooked. Piercing. Bit by bit, you work your way through the gnarled nests. The roses, full and red and strong, are what keep you going. Still, the work is tedious. Each shaping takes its toll on your tender fingers bleeding. And yet, you know how your field of roses might look when you're done. Glorious and grand and inspiring. The thought drives you on. And on you go. Each thorn at a time. At last, you gladly--but lovingly--set your gloves, sheers, apron and hat away. You tremble. You are weak from hard labor. You lift your weary face and . . .
All the thorns, all the razor cuts, all the sweat is forgotten.
All you see is a beautiful field of roses.
These are the exact words Lizzie had said to me:
"...Once you're done and you can look back on what you've spent so long working at all you'll see is a beautiful field of roses. And it's really true. All the time and stress will soften and become less significant when you see the result."
Thank you, Lizzie!!!
This post of for you, for those who are finding themselves drowning in their sea of thorns.
You're not alone.
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