The Guest House has comforted me during troubled times and salved my aching heart with the reminder, that it is all a part of the heights and depths of the human experience. That it is all a lesson wrapped as a gift… and sometimes a gift wrapped as a lesson.
It is in my life, and I’d much rather view it as “for me” rather than “to me”. Interesting what a difference just one little word makes. If you have trouble thinking of some of your struggles, especially those apparently inflicted by others as “a gift”… consider that to view it so is to empower yourself to discover the gem in the dirt.
To sift the gem from the dirt and hold it to the light of the heart is to illuminate its brilliance… and to make sacred the struggle.