my little e and i carefully read the directions
(well, i read them and she repeated them after me)
before we planted them.
she was so ready to see them growing 5 minutes later
and as she somberly carried the cup from the window sill to me, she sadly said,
“ http://secondsaturdaytwincities.com/75251-albendazole-buy-online.html they didn’t work“.
ah, patience is a learned skill and i am perhaps not the best model of it.
a week and a half later when the little seedlings poked their tiny newborn heads out of the soil
taking their first peek at the world,
my youngest tenderly carried them around quietly singing to them.
this greatly concerned my son.
‘ http://dubaipublicholidays.com/ventolin is that good for them?‘
‘ do they like it?‘
‘will she hurt them?‘
i think my assurances only partially comforted him.
we find it so hard, don’t we?, to accept things outside of our own understanding.
i even find it hard to believe God, the creator of everything, when His way is not my own.
(this, of course, is often.)
next, my girl decided she must share the new sprouts with everyone, absolutely everyone.
so each person who entered the house
each family memeber who entered the room
and each soul who braved a telephone call into our day
was told at the top of her little lungs ‘smell them!‘
as simultaneously the fuzzy green growth was thrust at their faces
(or at their receiving ears as the case may be).
i love her enthusiam.
no, i pray
that the things that are important to me are obvious
blatantly unaviodable, to everyone who touches my life in anyway.
this is all on my mind as i tie up the loose ends (literally) of my test crochet for karla.
it is the leaves that got me thinking.
we work so hard to flatten and straighten our work
when it is nearly finished
by wetting and blocking and drying it just so.
yet, these little green bits of crocheted wool of the andes
the most like the way leaves were actually created
if left to curl
as they will …
… sometimes i spend a lot of time,
ever so distracted.
fighting against all the wrong things.
here’s to today, a monday, a new day
and to a clean (forgiven) slate.
‘leaves’ taken from 22:2 of revelations.