See Grandma, my eyes are really dark blue....not big brown ones like daddy

See Grandma, my eyes are really dark blue....not big brown ones like daddy

Ryan and friend

Ryan and friend
Mommy, Daddy, I'm saying Hi to Grandma?

This one is for you, Grandma!


soccer with determination and no airplane distractions

Friday, July 16, 2010

The Gardener

Life is but a season. Short. The way plants turn out has largely to do with resources and environmental factors, just like us.

Plants, in order to reach their potential, takes much contemplation and hard work, and the right condition which is unique to each one, like us. Sometimes, it is an educated guess, a matter of experience, or pure luck.

Some plants will thrive no matter what the conditions are, you just can't snuff them out. I have a weed that won't happy until it prevails throughout every inch of space that I cultivate. Many fall prey to predators of all type, just like us.

Plants are like people, they have feelings and desire ideal circumstances to ultimately produce at their best, like good soil, sun or light and water. This balancing act is a struggle at best for us all and, existence is difficult without ideals, it's hard work. There is always something we struggle against, weeds, bugs or whatever blight or disease is trying to succumb us. They share with us the burning sun, storms and drought. Worse yet, is a complete and devastating frost. "Coldness" kills just about everything, like despondency. Yet, we depend on them for our existence. Like toddlers, they have a mind of their own and we must be willing to cope.

Just when you've finally arrived after all the pain and glory, it's over and gone. Unlike them, we hope for eternal life.

What was the purpose for your existence that you struggled so hard for and what will you leave behind? Will your existence have made the world a better and a more beautiful place?

What will you be remembered for? Life is but a season, but hope springs eternal.

Faith, forgiveness, and love are the only elements that will produce lasting joy here and hereafter.

Remember, you were and did not do it alone. We are but the instruments of His garden.

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