My Little Garden

My garden isn't much to look at today.  The roses are all thorns, the summer bulbs are still in the ground waiting, waiting ... the pansies are happy and the tulips are starting to bloom, but that's about it.

My life is a lot like my garden.  Even at my age, when I had hoped to be all blooms, I'm just not yet.  I still have a lot of thorns without blossoms, talents coming that aren't there yet, rocks and weeds in the form of bad habits and stubborn streaks ... and yet....

If one looks closely, there is beauty in some of my "rocks".  There is strength in my testimony.  There is solidity in my commitment to family and to country. 

Sometimes I look at other people's gardens and wish, so wish I could be like theirs where the blossoms are bounteous and beautiful to look at.   Their gardens are blooming after years of hard work and effort.

But mine feels like it's still just beginning.  There's still a lot of work and hard effort to make my life bloom.  I feel like my garden of life is all weeds sometimes.    But if one looks closely ....

There is beauty in the edges.  There is potential in the "soil" and my garden will blossom, and my roses will grow, and my talents will develop and my mind will create ... and there is still so much ahead

in my little garden.