The end of summer brings these Giants out, they guard our gardens, and reach toward the sky. Like the story of Jack and the Beanstalk, they start so small, like a little bean, and reach for the kingdom in the sky. I have felt like them recently, reaching for the kingdom in the sky, but never quite reaching it. And I am left to wonder what to do next with the wounded dreams. I suppose I will keep on dreaming, keep on hoping, it’s all I can do. Well that and keep climbing the stalk toward the dream, with trembling muscles and a wounded heart, and a smile on my face from the warm sun. I think before it’s done, I’m going to have even more freckles.
All I can do is lean into God in the midst of life, especially a life I don’t understand, all the time. For some reason the heart always hopes, that what God does, gives us the ability to hope when the dreams look like they will never happen.
I know how you feel Mr. Sunflower, sometimes I want to hang my head too. On a sad note, we had a awful wind storm and most of these garden giants got blown down overnight. Sigh…
Have a blessed evening!