The corn was flat; other tender plants in a tangle. Quite a few storms (with wind etc.) had just passed through the area that Wednesday afternoon, leaving the garden soggy and muddy.
As we stood there viewing it, we felt helpless. I tried to encourage my gardener hubby that at least our house was dry with no internal flooding.
The weekend was hot and sunny. We were gone for the weekend; when we returned, the majority of the corn was standing. Maybe there is a scientific explanation, but to us, and one little guy praying, a miracle!
It got me thinking. The storms of life can be tough, even brutal. At times they can even lay us out flat, seemingly hopeless of ever recovering from the damage.