He: Mom, what kind of flower is that?
Me: It's just a weed honey.
He: No, not the yellow one. The pretty purple ones.
Me: Those are just weeds, too.
He: Why is it a weed? It's so pretty! What makes it a weed?
I can't help but think that some people are treated exactly the same way. Just because they are in the 'wrong' place. Maybe they've lost their home and are looked down upon for living in their car or a shelter. Maybe they simply live outside the boundaries of what we consider normal. Maybe it's something else that sets them apart. Everyone has value. Everyone has something good to give the world. It might not look like we expect it to, but it also might be so much better than we expect too. We have to look deeply inside ourselves to find out what it is we have to share, and we have to be open to the gifts that others have to share as well. What can we learn from someone who is growing and surviving, even in the toughest conditions? A lot, I think, especially in our neatly manicured little worlds.
Come back soon for the other part of this post, when I'll fill you in on the encouraging part...