Learning the Value of Tenderness

I have often heard it said that we are like stones, being polished by the river of life. Over time, our rough spots are washed away, leaving us smooth and shiny. Despite the analogy's allure, I am not a stone, and sometimes life’s polishing doesn’t leave me smooth and shiny, so much as raw. Too many of life’s scrapes, and I emerge with a tender spot, like soft pink skin that won’t heal until it’s no longer poked or prodded. In those moments, knowing that further irritation can only do more ha...