I love spring-time in Michigan. It's full of new life and new movement. It's full of green grass, apple blossoms, pedal bikes, fresh air, anticipation, lilacs, sandals, inaugural beach trips, clean cars, and thankfulness for abundant sunshine. Ahhhh....
To get in the spirit, I helped my parents plant their vegetable garden. I really like getting my hands and feet dirty in fresh soil. There's just something cool about knowing that the very tiny seeds you plant will some day be something green, alive, and useful. When we were all done, I looked at it and thought, "Wow. It doesn't look much different than when we started." But it will. Soon there will be buds of new life breaking through the ground. And eventually there will be blossoms, and then fruit (or vegetables). It seems like a long process, but in the end it will be worth the wait.
For those of you reading this, my first post, I welcome you. I'm happy you're here. Please feel free to come as often as you would like. Sit back, and relax while I share with you the everday adventures of my life. Make yourself at home in my little garden of stories.
The things you find here may not always be pretty, or funny, or exciting. They might be hard, and challenging, and mundane. But sometimes, just like waiting on a new garden, enduring personal growth is worth it. Thanks for doing it with me.
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2 comments:
Hey Beth, I'm excited to read about your adventures. I really hope we can see each other sometime before you go to the DR.
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For some reason today is the first time it occurred to me to check your blog :) I love your stories Beth. Keep them coming! I absolutely love your Puddle metaphor! It's so very true and there is no better way to explain/describe it! I have been struggling to get to the top of the pool so I can take that much needed breath several times :) Many times I feel I was very close to literally drowning. Isn't it funny that once you make it through and get pulled out (He usually has to pull me out as opposed to me finding my way on my own)You realize that it really is just a puddle. Stand up, dry yourself off, maybe take a shower, and move on! I miss you a ton but this blog makes it seem like you aren't quite so far away :) Enjoy every minute of it and know you are always in our thoughts and prayers! We love you! The Smith Family :)
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