Of Daisies and Violets

“I understood that every flower created by Him is beautiful, that the brilliance of the rose and the whiteness of the lily do not lessen the perfume of the violet or the sweet simplicity of the daisy. I understood that if all the lowly flowers wished to be roses, nature would no longer be enamelled with lovely hues. And so it is in the world of souls, Our Lord’s living garden.”

-St. Thérèse de Lisieux

I am a violet, not a rose. My life is not extraordinary. Most days – those long days making up those short years –  are consumed with the many ordinary tasks of being a wife and a mother to six. Most of the work that I do is never felt beyond the walls of my own home.

But I do enjoy writing. Maybe most people have no interest in what I have to say. Maybe what I share will make someone angry. But maybe I can reach someone at the exact time where they need encouragement, or hope, or a laugh, or a moment of perfect understanding.

Because everyone has a voice, and no one else has mine.  It was silly to wait until I felt I could write as a lily, when I can write just as happily as a daisy.

So, welcome. Thanks for being here.


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