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.
Love this blog, Margaret. You are a beautiful writer.
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