okay this is maybe in the "Oh brother how corny is this!" category, but I'm in a sentimental mood I guess.
I was doing yard work the other day and I snapped off what I thought to be a spent (dead) geranium stalk. I tossed it on top of the "compost heap" (really just and pile of dead plant matter in the corner of my yard - I'm not Martha S!) Well lo and behold, I went out to water yard today and the stalk was blooming beautiful, full, vibrant red blooms! The moral of this story? We can bloom even when we feel we are spent, broken, disconnected and in the compost pile of life. Also consider how I viewed the "spent stalk" I was wrong, only looking at the outware appearance, never seeing the potential that lay hidden inside. How often do we make that mistake with people, or are a victim of this by others? I hope that this brings comfort to anyone who needs it today! Any stories of blooming in spite of it all? I'm sure all would love to hear!
Love to all