A few weeks ago, I blogged about my little profound blessing named Meghan and how she taught me to dig deep into my heart, and find the good stuff. Well, I hit a rough patch and I had a hard time taking my own good advice. Sometimes we take that shovel of ours and try and we may, it is almost impossible to dig deep. It seems as hard as we try, there is always a huge rock in the way or the soil is so damn hard. Hmmmmmm. Or maybe we refuse to dig because we never know what is down there. But I kept thinking of my friend, my eight year old friend whose body was crippled, and how incredibly difficult her life story must be, and will continue to be. She however, had no problem digging deep!. She cast all of her adversity aside and chose not to care about rocks or hard soil. It wasn't even on her radar. Her shovel was red. The color of strength, courage, and bravery. Her inabilities in this world were were really her abilities. Sometimes, it is gut wrenching to overcome our own selves. We just can't get passed our own worst enemies of insecurity, and feeling inadequate for what the world is throwing at us. It takes a lot of hard work to dig around the rocks, the obstacles in our way. When we need to dig the deepest is when we face the most vulnerability. I decided I am going to paint my shovel red, take a deep breath, and wipe my tears and dig the deepest hole and dive in it.......for Meghan. I will survive.....and I will save my shovel for you when you need it.