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The Crusty Pier



Vashon Island, WA 

© Aine Maura, 2016

On Vashon Island there is a pier that is not well used.  There are warning signs plastered everywhere for non-use other than walking, but the pigeons have used it as an outhouse for so long, no one would ever sit on the built in benches.

But the view is spectacular.

I feel people seem like that sometimes.  They're a bit crusty on the outside.  They're cynical, they're angry, and they're irritable.  Things just aren't going their way.  Some are used as a waste disposal.  They feel stuck in place.

But a human being's potential?  To me, that is the horizon.  Contrary to how we live our lives. we aren't a pier built to stare at beautiful vistas day after day.   I think we're constantly moving toward our potential, whether we ever reach it or not.  I think a person's worth is infinite...  timeless.

If you're that crusty soul, take heart.  You don't have to stay that way.  There are those who are insecure and will try to keep you where you are.  Don't listen to them.  Instead, set your sights on that horizon, and start rowing.
Don't you quit. You keep walking, you keep trying, there is help and happiness ahead. Some blessings come soon. Some come late. Some don't come until heaven. But for those who embrace the gospel of Jesus Christ, they come. It will be alright in the end. Trust God and believe in Good Things to Come. ~ Jeffery R. Holland

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