This sister of mine, the youngest in our family of five siblings, has a take-charge, outgoing, love-exuding personality that wraps everyone around her in its joyful embrace. Though we come from the same gene pool, God did not grace me with such a personality; He gave me a quieter, more reserved (I often think of it, in moments of weakness, as more boring!) sort of soul. And there have been times in my life when I've wished He'd deemed to make me more the way I think I'd like to be. But therein lies the rub: we human beings often think we know how things should go and what's best for us; but if we trust in God--if we remember that He loves us exactly as He made us and knows better than we ever could what's truly best for us, we can learn to be comfortable in our own skin. Certainly, there is room in the world for all types of souls; if we were all cut from the same cloth (or grown from the same seed), wouldn't that be boring indeed? As St. Therese of Lisieux put it, "If every tiny flower wanted to be a rose, spring would lose its loveliness."
|St. Therese (born Marie-Francoise-Therese Martin) as a young girl, before she entered the convent.|
Okay, I'm definitely out of practice here, after some very lazy days (including December 27, when my family got snowed-in and we ended up watching movies all day...and I didn't get out of my p.j.'s until 4:30 p.m.!). I'm struggling with a way to find the right words to tie this post up neatly. I guess I'll just end with best wishes to the birthday girl, one of the loveliest roses in the garden.