Waiting...

This post was originally written in the fall of last year. I am finally stepping out in faith, despite my fears, and publishing this blog:
I sit here today feeling lost and alone, dry and barren.  I don't know what brought this on, though it may just be that I am very tired from an unexpectedly long and busy week.  I feel parched and shriveled.  Not unlike many of the plants I've seen in my travels this week.  Not unlike my daisy plant out in the corner garden.  We did get a decent rain this week, but the long dry spell we've had makes quick work of any little amount of rain we get.  The ground is dry and unyielding when you try to weed.  Curious isn't it how the weeds thrive when the flowers are failing?  There are so many life lessons and parallels you could draw from this, for me however it is just this...there are dry times in your life when you feel like you can't get enough "water" to refresh and satisfy your thirst.  Life seems more draining then fulfilling.  Times when you feel withered on the plant and like it would be nice to just curl up and hibernate away from it all under a beautiful blanket of snow, but it isn't the winter season yet and so you are stuck.  Stuck feeling withered and worn, brown and brittle...much like the blooms on my daisy plant.  This week, however, low and behold there are new blooms all bright and sunny.  Yes the old shriveled ones are still there (I know I should dead head.) but new life is there as well.  So, despite our times of feeling dry and when life has got us worn down and weary there is new life ahead.  The current situations might be dried up and worn out, but soon there will be new opportunities and thy will cause you to bloom bright and sunny again.  You see the main plant is not dead, shriveled or brown, it is only the blooms.  All we have to do it wait, soaking up the sun, bending our heads down in the refreshing times of rain, waiting for our time to bloom forth again.  And when that time comes we will again spread forth our beauty and bring a smile to those who pass our way.