Picking Seeds from the Weeds of Our Lives
I saw a bird today.
It found some seeds
among the weeds.
And then, it flew away.
Fortunately, we humans are also exceptionally good at picking seeds from the weeds of our lives:
? a slight injury becomes
? replenishing rest,
? a bad workout is turned into
? motivation for doing better next time and in
? a missed chance’s black tunnel we see the
? light of something even better waiting at the end.
Good things come to those who work out!