I have been given beauty for
ashes. When we buried one of our sweet babies, the preacher, said, “The seed
that goes in to the ground bears much fruit” (John 12:24). It brought me to
tears. I didn’t want to bury my baby in the ground. But what I wanted and what
I got were very different things. What I didn’t understand at the time is that
graces come later.
The gifts I’ve been given are
remarkable. Grace, humility, compassion. My baby that I never once held in my
arms bore so much fruit in my life and consequently, in to the lives of others.
We planted a peach tree for them. This year was the fullest it’s ever been. Each
summer I am reminded that something always needs to die in order to come back
to life.
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