Thursday, July 16, 2015
This past Wednesday, we had an unusual storm that tore everything to shreds. Devastating hail that lasted for fifteen minutes. We seldom have hail here, but this storm was so violent, I couldn't see out the windows as it raged. Our tomato plants are leafless. The melons, pummeled. Potatoes, trashed. The potted flowers that were doing so well, pink and white and so beautiful, turned over, blown apart and ruined. And my roses, oh my roses.
BUT, I went out to the garden today and noticed something interesting that stopped me in my wandering and made me think.
The melon plants that were torn torn to shreds, with vines laying flat on the ground, muddy, bruised and broken. Destroyed. I was sure they were finished. Today, as I was walking through them, I noticed among the bruised and broken vines, new buds. The small tennis ball size melons were pinged, cut, dimpled, and scared, and yet the vines were growing fresh new leaves and among them, tiny yellow flowers. A bright spot in the midst of devastation.
It made me think of the baggage we all carry from past hurts and failures. The scars and wounds of cutting words, broken relationships, physical abuse. Failure at whatever. Losing weight, getting fit, being a "better person". You can fill in the blanks. We all have our woulda, coulda, shoulda's.
Even with our failures, disappointments, and wounds, God's there wanting to take our hurt and scars. To wrap us in the love of his Son, and tell us, it's all right. I know your heart is broken, I know you've messed up. But child, I love you and I'll heal your wounds. Trust me with them, I can deal with all of them. Let me help you bloom again.
It was just a few tiny yellow flowers, but it gave me such hope that in the near future there would be fruit. Even in the middle of a storm.