One dreary morning, I had this unusual conversation with nature. I was out of the house when I chanced upon a pretty sight along my way to the gate. It was one of those wayside flowers bursting in bloom.
The plant’s stems were cruelly pushed back to a concrete bench because of the dumping of sand for construction. Yet, it did not only survive the harsh elements around, it happily thrived.
I stopped in my tracks and pondered on it for quite a while. The sight was more than enough to lift up my tired and weary soul.
Sometimes I thought the grass is always greener on the other side, but it never is. I know where I am is where God wants me to be.
Ideas are powerful. A train of thought can make or break, build or destroy. The choice is ours. Our ideas become our future. I believe that life’s meaningful lessons are best learned when shared with others.
