I planted bulbs last fall. They didn’t look like much. They looked dried and dead. They certainly didn’t look like flowers.
In late winter a miraculous thing happened. While it was still frosty, little green shoots started to peek themselves out of the cold hard ground. Soon buds formed. Then the crocus blooms appeared. They lifted their heads, a joyous demonstration of God’s creation.
My life as an addict didn’t look like much either. Then the opportunity for a new way was offered to me. While my defects were still glaring, the miracle of sobriety was given to me. Then, little by little, a life of recovery started to bloom. What a wondrous thing! I am now able, by the grace of God, to stand tall, joyous and free.
2 comments:
Well its about time you posted!
Nicely put Nancy. I liked the imagery of the dead bulb and new life. I'd like to hear you put a bit more meat on your descriptions and tease it out a bit more but I really liked what you came up with!
I also like the blooming of recovery. Great stuff Nancy! Thanks so much! I can't wait to read more.
Todd
I've originally written these meditations for publication in a meditation book. As a result of their possible inclusion in the meditation book, I've deliberately kept them short. Right around 100 words and certainly not more than 200. My goal is to post 2 times a month. Around the 1st and the 15th. Hope you continue to check me out every so often.
Nancy S.
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