Strength, it comes in all forms. I think of the story of the little mouse who asked and received mercy from the mighty king of the jungle. And then one day the king needed the mouses help in getting him out of a net. And i remember the tale of the tall, proud tree who boasted how strong he was to the lowly flowers. He didnt have to bow down to anyone, his roots were firmly planted in his rightful place. And then the mighty storm came. The flowers didnt fight the wind, instead they were flexible and bent. Whereas, the tree stubborn and stiff was no match for the storm which promptly knocked down the tree, roots and all. Some folks think strength means being like the tree, stiff and stubborn. Its their way or the highway. Others recognize that all of us have our strengths, no matter how small. In times of need, sometimes the smallest amount is all that is needed. And then theres the gentle, courageous strength of a friend who says a little rough patch is what im going through. And sometimes all that is needed is not a big, quick fix, but rather the soft, strong shoulder just to rest. Positively know, strength comes in all forms. Honor yours and those around you. xx
Posted on: Mon, 25 Aug 2014 01:41:06 +0000
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