I wrote a letter to a friend recently... who I've seen go through many personal struggles... but then I pondered... I have so many friends who I know have or are going through struggles... truth is we all have our personal struggles from time to time... because it's not the "perfect world" that we so often hope for... and unfortunately no one is immune to pain...
So, I decided to share it with many friends... hoping that perhaps it would encourage you also and give you hope in whatever stage you may find yourself at this time... or in the future...
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A Letter To A Friend....
I am writing this to you, as a friend, because I care… even
though I know I’m the last person you may want to hear from right now!
I toiled for several hours on what I would say… awaking
extremely early and in angst because I see in you so many things I have and am
struggling with myself… so I hope I can encourage you in what I wish to share…
if you will be patient to hear me out…
But first, I thought it may be helpful for me to paint a
picture for you…because a picture paints a thousand words and I hope it can
relate to you better than my words alone will… so I share with you a dream that
I had some time ago…
In my dream I saw someone, seated and sewing dark colours
into a huge piece of fabric… I looked and I was depressed about how dark and
dreary it was, bleak and ugly… and somehow I knew this was a representation of
my life… the pain; the rejection; disappointment; sorrow; loss; anguish and
despair; confusion and hopelessness; all my dark times… and a sense of abandonment
in that everything I had worked so hard for was all in vain…
I wanted to run away from it, unable to look any longer - because
it was not what I had hoped and tried so hard for… and I failed to make any sense
of it – how anything good could come from all this ugliness - or how or why it even came to be there…
But then – suddenly - I was looking from a distance and I now I saw the big picture… I could see
the whole piece of fabric… that was intertwined with beautiful colours and textures and an
image was beginning to emerge from the woven threads…
What I had seen as ugly and painful
and times I wanted to run away from… that formed the dark threads in this
tapestry of my life… had now become the depth and the contrast enhancing the
colours and the light… and the overall image that was emerging and taking form
of what would become the final big picture…
