I was asked the question some time ago, "What do you get when you squeeze an orange?" My answer, like most others I'm assuming, was, orange juice!, of course! But after I heard the answer, it really got me thinking. The answer to the question was not orange juice, it was, "Whatever is inside". So here am I, once again, thinking about how this question relates to my life.
When I'm squeezed, what's coming out of me? (ok Lisa, I know what you are thinking, but you're going down the wrong road here :) My hearts desire is to emit a sweet scent like that of a crushed rose petal, not the bloated dead fish smell that permeates the air when you walk around a beautifully landscaped pond. When I'm squeezed, I want to be able to stand with honor, even though there may be tears running down my cheeks. To inspire and encourage others, though I may be going through the worst time I can remember. To keep moving forward, even though it may just be at a shuffle.
As I've gone through my seasons of squeezing lately, I cannot say I have done these things close to perfectly or even close to acceptable for that matter, but I do know one thing. Each day is a new day, and a new chance to move closer to the beauty that I see myself becoming. Each day I turn a new leaf and pray that I am becoming more than I imagine I can be, flying higher than I thought possible, and going further than I can dream.
Hugs to each one of you,
p.s. What's the photo you ask? That's my little bike I've been riding around town a lot lately. My husband and I recently decided to sell our second vehicle and since I live within a quarter mile of my work and right next to the bike path that runs through town, we will be a single car family for a while until we feel led to get another vehicle. I have gotten reacquainted with my old friend with two wheels and a fold out side cart. I rode to the grocery this morning to pick up a few things and I felt like how I feel when I watch "The Sound of Music". Inspired and full of life.