Saturday, August 14, 2021

beauty from ashes, a different story


 these sunflowers represent "beauty from ashes, at least they did when I first planted them

this "dirt pile" was a fire pit at one time

a fire pit my "person" had created

it was a project he threw himself into, to help his recovery 

it was a process & he transformed our front yard

it was temporary but at the time it was beautiful

so beautiful it broke my heart because I knew the struggle for him to get to that point

so beautiful because he was Tony again, we were a family again, he was constant & present in our lives

I thought at that time God had given him this gift & this was our broken turned into beautiful

that was almost two years ago

time slipped away, the disease came back with a vengeance that no one was prepared for

time moved on, a tree fell into our yard, crashing that fire pit & the beauty it once held

much like our lives, it created havoc

myself, my children, we preceded to pick up the pieces, we burned them into the ground

I watched the ashes dissipate as the smoke rose

it was a healing process, unknown to me, that would be a continuous drawn out process

a few months back I decided to plant sunflowers in that pit

I was skeptical they would grow

but much to my amazement they did

two giant beautiful towering flowers grew out of that mess

it made me happy & gave me hope 

last week, storms raged throughout our area

they were not kind

one is still standing, but leaning considerably, the other is uprooted

I've hap hazardly tried to push it back in the ground, knowing full well I could just get a shovel and replant it 

but I'm tired, so very, very tired

for now, it continues to sit amidst the sun, struggling to rise, but it's still there in the midst of all the uncertainty 

  In the secret  in the quiet place I am here.  I am being forced to listen, but yet I am writing instead.  I want to hear what needs to be ...