by Emily Knoe
Then I realized . . . I am an oyster. I have an extremely hard shell (that I grew myself, thank you very much) and it protects my extremely sensitive insides. When a piece of the gritty world somehow makes it past my shell, I will work on that grit until it becomes a beautiful pearl of wisdom, of truth. This is how I MUST deal with the grit, as I cannot simply push it out. I must absorb the grit and make it a part of myself, until I am done cultivating it into something with beauty and meaning.
Sometimes these pearls become art; sometimes they begat conversations.
I have realized today, that I should not lament the hard shell. I believe God has led me to create this hard shell, because without it, I would not be able to retain my sensitive insides. Without my sensitive insides, I would not be able to form the pearl.
Today’s pearl . . . I am an oyster.