Every woman comes into the world with a predisposition to grow along certain lines, and growth is easier for her along those lines than in any other way. This is a wise provision, for it gives endless variety. It is as if a gardener should throw all his bulbs into one basket; to the superficial observer they would look alike, but growth reveals a tremendous difference. So of men and women: they are like the basket of bulbs. One may be a rose and add brightness and color to some dark corner of the world; one may be a lily and teach a lesson of love and purity to every eye that sees; one may be a climbing vine and hide the rugged outlines of some dark rock; one may be a geat oak among whose boughs the birds shall nest and sing, and beneath whose shade the flocks shall rest at noon, but every one will be something worth while, something rare, something perfect.
There are undreamed of possibilities in the common lives all around us.
And this season of spring, Easter, remembrance, gratitude, faith, hope, and charity is the time to be reminded that we each are becoming great in our own right.
I love you girls, Happy Easter!
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p.s.--i joined a gym yesterday...i hurt in a good way. ah-yeah!
Loved your blog. Love bulbs, love Easter, love you! and you and you!
Way to go on the gym thing. I've lost my inspiration!!!!! I've got to do something for myself.Help!
Amen, Wysteria.
Beautifully and powerfully put.
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