My Rose-Colored Glasses

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My Rose-Colored Glasses
By Bernadette A. Sahm

rose-colored-glasses

It is a gift and a curse, I admit it, I wear rose colored glasses! I see the best in people, I see the best in places, and I see the best in most things. I always see the potential and the gifts and talents of most things in life.

I love my rose-colored glasses until I don’t love them. It is hard for me to see the ugly and the hate and the anger in people. I have a hard time with those who are afforded with genuine gifts and talents and fail to utilize them. It is difficult to witness people with self-inflicted wounds or the ones with the need to be perpetual victims.

My rose-colored glasses hold my attention, where I see the dream and the goodness that God has granted to so many people that I know and love or knew and loved. But then I am also wise enough to know that each of us learns and grows and uses our talents hopefully when the time is right and at our own pace.

I am guessing that if offered the choice to do away with my rose-colored glasses and/or keep them? I would opt for keeping them. Any disappointments or any ugliness that I have witnessed is far less important than my ability to see the beauty and the best in all things that life offers. And just like a rose with thorns, rose-colored glasses also come with the ability to view some ragged edges.

And as the Italians say, “non c’e` rosa senza le sue spine” “there is no rose without its thorns.”

Bernadette on Facebook at http://www.bernadetteamoyer.com

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