A Story
Sometimes the best way to deal with your emotions, is to put it in to a story, so let me tell you one...
Once apon a time there was a young woman. She was a plump woman, but she loved to smile and laugh. She had a beautiful flower garden. She was happiest talking to her flowers and caring for them. She watered them and sang to them and gave them plenty of love.
Years went by and the young woman continued to care and tend to her loving flowers, but she noticed that the flowers didn't respond as well to her care any longer. The woman continued to sing and water and carefully tend the flowers despite the fact their beautiful blooms had begun to droop.
More years flew by and the woman continued to tend her favorite flowers. It was one afternoon when she went to water the plants that she noticed the petals were nearly gone, and the roots were beginning to show. The woman hurried in to a frenzy and desperately tried to cover the roots. She sang the sweetest songs she could and she talked to the plants hoping that they would hear her voice and begin to bloom again. After nearly half a year of this dedicated care, the woman saw that the beautiful flowers she loved so much were gone.
The woman wept in her hands. She had lost her beautiful flowers that she cared for for all those years. She couldn't understand why her love and tendering care wasn't enough. Between sobs the woman looked up and saw beyond the gate of her garden. There were the beautiful hues of her favorite flowers. While the plants were dying in her garden, the wind had blown their seeds to the east, west, north and south. There the flowers were growing and thriving and had found wildflowers and roses to mingle with. The woman dried her tears. She was still sad, but she knew the flowers were happy now.
As the woman pulled the dead stalks of her favorite flowers from her garden, she raked over the soil praying that God would send her new seeds and make new flowers grow so that the loneliness in her heart would heal.
Once apon a time there was a young woman. She was a plump woman, but she loved to smile and laugh. She had a beautiful flower garden. She was happiest talking to her flowers and caring for them. She watered them and sang to them and gave them plenty of love.
Years went by and the young woman continued to care and tend to her loving flowers, but she noticed that the flowers didn't respond as well to her care any longer. The woman continued to sing and water and carefully tend the flowers despite the fact their beautiful blooms had begun to droop.
More years flew by and the woman continued to tend her favorite flowers. It was one afternoon when she went to water the plants that she noticed the petals were nearly gone, and the roots were beginning to show. The woman hurried in to a frenzy and desperately tried to cover the roots. She sang the sweetest songs she could and she talked to the plants hoping that they would hear her voice and begin to bloom again. After nearly half a year of this dedicated care, the woman saw that the beautiful flowers she loved so much were gone.
The woman wept in her hands. She had lost her beautiful flowers that she cared for for all those years. She couldn't understand why her love and tendering care wasn't enough. Between sobs the woman looked up and saw beyond the gate of her garden. There were the beautiful hues of her favorite flowers. While the plants were dying in her garden, the wind had blown their seeds to the east, west, north and south. There the flowers were growing and thriving and had found wildflowers and roses to mingle with. The woman dried her tears. She was still sad, but she knew the flowers were happy now.
As the woman pulled the dead stalks of her favorite flowers from her garden, she raked over the soil praying that God would send her new seeds and make new flowers grow so that the loneliness in her heart would heal.
Dear Barbara,
ReplyDeleteyour story is touchinly beautiful. I'm sorry I haven't been able to keep up lately. It's such a comfort to know my son has such a precious wife and that my grandaughter has a loving and caring mother.
Merry Christmas to all.
With Much Love, Mamaw