Tuesday, February 13, 2007
A Lost Little Girl...
A lost little girl...
There is a lost little girl...her life is a beautiful garden, blessed with the most beautiful of flowers and the most luscious of fruit. But her garden has been slowly overtaken. Weeds are destroying that garden while masking its beauty, promise, and depth. It is time now to begin plucking those weeds. It will be a lot of work, a very tedious and time consuming task. She must slowly pull at each weed that ruins her lush, flourishing garden. She must remember not to rush it or haphazardly try to do too much at once. She must rather make sure that each weed that she attacks is removed along with its entire root so as not to return again.
She must find the strength to refuse to give up, for at times it will feel impossible to uncover what used to be such a vast array of colors and stories, and smiles. She will doubt at times that the garden she once knew still remains under these wild, menacing plants - but she knows its there. She must remember that it is there. And when she has those doubts, she must look at those strongest most beautiful of the flowers...those that have grown right thru the weeds...never leaving her sight...never allowing her to believe that there is not hope and life underneath. When she must cry, when she thinks it's too difficult a task to complete...those strong remaining flowers will make her smile...and silently convince her to push on.
She will find her way...she will pick the areas of the garden most important, and most overtaken by the weeds...and she will have to start there. Slowly but surely chipping away at the biggest project of her life. The reward will be too great for words. She will get back her beautiful garden. She will rid her life of the weeds.
That lost little girl...is going to find her way. She is tired of wandering lost...and pretending its all okay. This little girl is going to find her beautiful garden....she just thanks God that he has given her those flowers that persist thru the rubbish, that refuse to stay hidden, that will show her every day that the beautiful life she knew does still exist...and not to give up. No weeds can destroy those flowers. They will only give her hope and strength to uncover the rest.
That lost little girl...is about to take a seat among the weeds....and begin to pick.....pick, pick, pick, dig, dig, dig. All the while letting the surrounding flowers catch her tears in their petals. That lost little girl...is going to find her way
There is a lost little girl...her life is a beautiful garden, blessed with the most beautiful of flowers and the most luscious of fruit. But her garden has been slowly overtaken. Weeds are destroying that garden while masking its beauty, promise, and depth. It is time now to begin plucking those weeds. It will be a lot of work, a very tedious and time consuming task. She must slowly pull at each weed that ruins her lush, flourishing garden. She must remember not to rush it or haphazardly try to do too much at once. She must rather make sure that each weed that she attacks is removed along with its entire root so as not to return again.
She must find the strength to refuse to give up, for at times it will feel impossible to uncover what used to be such a vast array of colors and stories, and smiles. She will doubt at times that the garden she once knew still remains under these wild, menacing plants - but she knows its there. She must remember that it is there. And when she has those doubts, she must look at those strongest most beautiful of the flowers...those that have grown right thru the weeds...never leaving her sight...never allowing her to believe that there is not hope and life underneath. When she must cry, when she thinks it's too difficult a task to complete...those strong remaining flowers will make her smile...and silently convince her to push on.
She will find her way...she will pick the areas of the garden most important, and most overtaken by the weeds...and she will have to start there. Slowly but surely chipping away at the biggest project of her life. The reward will be too great for words. She will get back her beautiful garden. She will rid her life of the weeds.
That lost little girl...is going to find her way. She is tired of wandering lost...and pretending its all okay. This little girl is going to find her beautiful garden....she just thanks God that he has given her those flowers that persist thru the rubbish, that refuse to stay hidden, that will show her every day that the beautiful life she knew does still exist...and not to give up. No weeds can destroy those flowers. They will only give her hope and strength to uncover the rest.
That lost little girl...is about to take a seat among the weeds....and begin to pick.....pick, pick, pick, dig, dig, dig. All the while letting the surrounding flowers catch her tears in their petals. That lost little girl...is going to find her way
