WIND

Last week my new friend Amy came for dinner.

Once we realized we both like gardening

A quick trip to the garden house

Was a must.

Some of you may know that once someone asks me a gardening question

I’m off

Giving them a gardening encyclopedia

When all the really want is a cliff note version.

Normally, several minutes in I finally look at the glazed eyes of my innocent victim

And dial it back a little.

But Amy kept asking questions

And I kept going.

There was one question I’ve been asked before

But I heard it differenly this time.

“Why do you have a fan running on the baby plants” she asked.

To strengthen the stems

My usual reply.

Then it hit me.

Stress….

I’m putting stress on these tiny plants

To make them stronger.

Oh my, maybe it’s just living my life

“Where the wind comes sweeping down the plains”

Is actually a line from our state song,

Or maybe it’s having lived so much life,

Or maybe it’s these past two years

But suddenly I knew.

We are like those baby plants.

Standing in the winds of life.

I know so many people

Who have struggled and stood strong

Against those winds.

And though the stresses of those lives

Would never have been our choice

They have strengthened us

And helped us to grow.

We are all just creatures

In God’s great creation.

What a gift.

Gail

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6 responses to “WIND

  1. Nancy Ellen Burgett

    Beautiful. Keep writing.

  2. Debi Havner

    My favorite story yet! Happy Easter, Debi

  3. Beth Young

    Oh, Gail! You are absolutely right about stress making us stronger. I just have never thought of it this way. Thank you for the message I needed at just the right moment. I love the way you express yourself through your gardening. Beth

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