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Beauty in the Thicket

Spring has decided to arrive early in North Texas. We have had an incredibly mild winter with only a few days below freezing. The trees and grass are confused and have decided to bloom. I love when the trees bloom in my town. They initially pop out the most beautiful shade of purple before turning green. They are stunning.

I was walking my usual route by the lake and noticed the blooms. Deep in the tree line a bolt of lilac popped out at me. The flowers were hard to see because they were tucked away behind the brush; one that had inch-long thorns on the branch. The thorns looked menacing. But, just beyond those daggers lay the most gorgeous lilac bloom. I wish I could touch it, but it was fiercely protected.

Do you know someone like this? Does this sound like a description of you? So often we can be that beautiful bloom no one can get to because we have locked ourselves down. No public access. People can see our beauty but they don't get to experience it fully because we guard ourselves with sharp thorns. No one is getting in.

I know women who are so beautiful. Their souls radiate light. However, they are so heavily guarded that I can't get in. The outside world can only see thorns but there is such beauty to be unleashed. Sometimes, the thicket gets so dense, you can no longer see the grace that lies beneath. We let insecurities, anxiety, depression, fear, judgment, and the like creep in and strangle us with their thorns.

We have so much to offer this world. Yet, we allow ourselves to get tangled in the thicket.

What are we hiding from? We are we allowing the thorns to be what the world sees? What are we afraid of? The world needs the beauty that is tucked deep within each of us.

The world has enough thorny thickets. Let's weed our garden and let the world see and experience the beauty that lies deep within our souls. We all could use a little color.

Love & Blessings,
Meg

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