How a girl like me who absolutely hates anything that crawls could like playing in the dirt, I have no idea. I guess there's just something therapeutic about pulling out the dead and planting the new. I like to think that's how life is.
I know there's been many (many) times where I just have not got it right. I've been on the right track only to take an unnecessary detour and have found myself at many dead ends. All that turning around has been a definite waste of time.
I can't grow the prettiest things. Most times I can't get anything to grow at all in this sand we have around here. I learned a while back to skip the ground and stick to pots. There's more control in the little areas. Again, that's kind of like my life.
I got the nicest compliment from one of my professors this morning. She was asking me if she could use some of my work for future reference. How cool is that? I sat out on the porch and told the Lord that one day I would be using my own work in my own classroom again.
I think He smiled.
He's pulling out the dead and replanting the new.
And that makes it all worthwhile.
1 comment:
Your own work in your own classroom, sounds like the perfect picture to paint. You'll be there sooner than you think. Meanwhile, the planters look lovely.
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