Today I notice the Weeping Cherry, and the beautiful intricacy of the ice on her limbs captures my attention.
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| Ice on the Weeping Cherry |
A swirling scaffolding of crystal sparkles in the late afternoon sun. It’s so beautiful that I almost forget how terrible this weight is for my Weeping Cherry’s fragile branches. She’s not meant for it.
When I think about what I’m meant for, and when I start to desire that shimmer of fame or importance to capture attention, I remember this: God made the Weeping Cherry for its own unique kind of blossom and rich green foliage. Let everything else melt off and free her to be what she was meant to be. She’ll bloom in time.
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Why do you think this generation desires fame so very much?
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Perhaps being famous means feeling like you're being noticed, like you matter. As people, I think we want our lives to mean something; and we sometimes believe in the illusion of fame as the evidence that our lives are meaningful.
So beautifully said Heather and just what I needed to hear today! Blessings to you!
Thank you, Barbara!
Well said, Michelle! We do indeed look for “evidence that our lives our meaningful.” What would that evidence be? Now I'm thinking. . .
I'm deeply impressed by the analogies you find in your surroundings for your “flairy tales”. Thanks!
Laid in bed last night…mulling this over and rejoicing in it. I'm learning to rejoice in things of which I know are the truth but not sure how they apply to my life. That takes time…