Today a friend described an analogy:
A little girl, walking up to her mother time and time again with a handful of dandelions... sure that this time, this time her mom will accept them. The truth of the matter is, all her mother can see are the weeds. Not the beauty, not the effort, not the gift... just the weeds.Today, as I glanced through a book, I found these words:
Wake up to your pain and investigate it.That's right.
We're about to have some good times over here. Real good times.