A few weeks ago, I tweeted about foraging. My sweet Twitter friend, Sophie, lives in the White Mountains of New Hampshire and responded that she felt inspired to go foraging too because of her location's prime natural territory. Earlier today, she tweeted me a blog link to her experiences and man, what she wrote resonates deep into my bones.
Please, please go read her blog — to entice you, here's a little excerpt from a piece of golden writing ::
And I didn’t just find my words out there. I found a little piece of myself. I learned that sometimes it begins as an attempt at foraging for beautiful things, and it ends with realizing that maybe you are one of those beautiful things. That maybe you aren’t lost in the forest, but merely waiting to be discovered by someone who will see you for your worth. That maybe, under all that imperfection, there is a purpose and a passion and a reason for this journey that God has put you on.
I was actually reminded of something I once told someone in a letter. And maybe those are some words we all need to hear: Once upon a time, God looked at the stars and the moon and the incredibly vast and complex universe that He had created, and decided that He needed—wanted—one of you, too. You are His marvelous creation. Remember that. Every time you feel pointless or purposeless or like you have no business doing His business, remember that, darling.
I hope maybe this leaves you with a reminder that you are a beautiful creation, even more beautiful than the mountains and the stars and the moon combined because God handcrafted you, down to every single hair on your head.
Much love and Merry-Almost-Christmas,