Are you in this fellowship?

Sometimes we just don't see what's around, and insist in doing things the hard way.

Is that because we want to prove to the world that we are tough? Heroes? Is that a noble thing to be a martyr?

Or is that just  stupidity?

The lady knitting barbed wire talks to me. Does she talk to you, too? Have you done like she's doing? How many wounds have you got from life's barber wires, while your fellow sheep  just set around, looking at you, waiting...

What are you doing these days that could perhaps become an easier, smoother task... if you  would only look around and see other (and better) possibilities?

Rose