The priest told a story yesterday at Teri's funeral that some of you may have already heard but I hadn't and it really touched me.
There was an artist that was painting a picture in front of an audience and when he stepped back the people were amazed at it's beauty. He said,"wait it's not finished". He took a brush and streaked lines of paint across the picture and the audience gasped that he had ruined his work of art. He turned the picture on it's end and the streaks of paint became a beautiful water fall surrounded by flowers.
He used this to describe how cancer had marred Teri's life for awhile but in the end she is looking at something much more beautiful than she had.
I couldn't help but think about all the things that have marred my life over the years and how in the end I was a better person for having gone through it.
I tried to apply this to fibro and the other disorders I deal with everyday and thought maybe I need to keep turning the canvas til I see a beautiful picture emerge. I know having fibro brought me to join this wonderful forum and so many warm and caring people that I would have never met otherwise.
I could have lived without ever knowing what fibromyalgia felt like and been perfectly happy as I could have lived without a lot of other things that have happened in my life but I will keep turning the canvas to find the beauty in life and what I have been given to paint with.
luv and hugs
Marlee