Just to confess, there are days when people just bug
me.
Seriously.
But don’t pretend you don’t have days like
that too!
Why does my co-worker have to
do things this way? Why does the gal in
front of me at the grocery store have to share her life with the checker? Why do my kids not see that their rooms are a
bomb? Why in the world does my husband
have to be so abrupt? Why did that guy
park so close to me that I can’t get back into my car?
(You realize, of course, that I am perfect!)
Then I took a walk in my garden. It is fall now and things are looking a bit
scruffy. I need to trim them back and
prep it for winter.
I hesitate, though, as
I wander.
The Hydrangea is so pretty as
the antique whites turn to pinks and browns...
...the Black Eyed Susan is droopy...
...the leaves on the maple trees are a fiery red and beginning to splash the yard
with their favorite color...
Each lives
out their lives in my garden so differently, some blooming early in spring and
some waiting until last minute just so I don’t feel bad that summer is gone
again.
And God makes people this way; each with their own history
of blooming times and seasons. Some are
thorny and prickly, some smell great, some are high maintenance, and some make
me smile.
He had to leave me a note so I remember to enjoy
those little quirky things about the people in our lives, to be thankful that
He is so creative and each has a purpose and design, if only to bring Him
pleasure.
Me too.
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Rhonda Marinkovic is a wife, a mother, and an optomist
happily living in the Pacific Northwest with her family.
