The plastic life
Had an interesting conversation with a dear friend. She shared with me a comment: "You can never pass through a sandstorm with hair in place - unless you're made of plastic."
I really liked that because it is an apt metaphor for life. As anyone who has had sand in his/her hair, it's not a pleasant sensation. But, it's a fact of life. And whether it comes from a sandstorm twisted up out of the dry places where the heat comes from all directions or as a side effect of a lazy nap on a beach tickled by foamy waves, it can't happen without embracing Life. As Tennyson proclaims, we must "drink life to the lees," even when it means a bitter taste.
Give me both sweet and sour, sand and rain - let me live life and love well.
I really liked that because it is an apt metaphor for life. As anyone who has had sand in his/her hair, it's not a pleasant sensation. But, it's a fact of life. And whether it comes from a sandstorm twisted up out of the dry places where the heat comes from all directions or as a side effect of a lazy nap on a beach tickled by foamy waves, it can't happen without embracing Life. As Tennyson proclaims, we must "drink life to the lees," even when it means a bitter taste.
Give me both sweet and sour, sand and rain - let me live life and love well.
posted by Charity at 10:00 PM
1 Comments:
There's even a certain enjoyment of the sand....when you've "gritted" through enough of them to know all things work together for good....really know it. Knowing Him is richer having been through the sandstorms and finding they aren't forever. Still love you so much....
Post a Comment
<< Home