On my journey, I found a vase. It was one of the most beautiful I had ever seen. I picked it up and tried to walk with it, but my walk was too abrasive, so it cracked. I stopped and repaired it, and it was good again.
I picked it up and started to walk with it again…this time being more careful than before so that I would not damage it again. As I continued my journey, I cracked the vase yet again—this time in a different area than before. I stopped to examine it, to learn, and to repair it yet again. It was good again.
I had learned more, but still not enough as my walk yet remained damaging to the vase. So, I adjusted my walk again. Proceeding even more carefully this time. We have been on this journey for some time now, and I still do not know just how fragile this vase is.
What I do know is no matter how long it takes, no matter what I must endure, and no matter how many times I must stop, study, and repair it—I will never put it down. I will never let it go. I will be there to protect it, always.
Because you see, as beautiful as it is on the outside, inside of it is the most beautiful soul I have ever encountered in all my life. It is now one of the most precious parts of my life— and always will be.
The Curious Believer 
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