One day in your prayers, maybe once a month or week, lie back and thank God for the things not given to you.

I have lost my spark, I'm told, and should seek to rekindle it.  Respecting the messenger, I wonder if this is true.  I feel as if my spark endures, but having opened up to the world so bright, perhaps it no longer shines by comparison.  So, without a word, I slip back into seclusion to nurture my beautiful inner glow.

You are like a seed; your greater beauty lies not on the outside, but within.