Friday, February 04, 2011

There Will Be Roses

Today I put on Sweetheart's boots and went and walked the land for the first time. I peeked in the outbuilding/shed/thingy wandered around the barn and trudged through the snow along the fence lines. I passed the old truck--it was empty Kay;)--and skirted the end of the frozen pond.

I looked at the bushy treeish things growing on both sides of the fence line and noticed the one-inch thorns, but without any leaves or growth I couldn't identify them. I walked on. Passed the grove of trees that diagonal bisect the upper pasture and headed for the top fence.

I looked closer at another group of growing things. It was then I saw the rosehips. I bit into one frozen one, its fresh taste on my tongue. One another bush I saw a single leaf. Roses. They are all roses. Tears filled my eyes, cold against my cheek. A whispered prayer of gratitude spoken, repentance offered and accepted.

You see, I've allowed myself to get discouraged. But somehow, the promise of the roses washed it all away with His grace. I continued along the fence line now smiling, even laughing alone. Heading back toward the house, swinging open the garden gate; I am home.

6 comments:

wendy schulz said...

Oh what a sweet promise of the joys and good blessings lying ahead! Your walk sounds lovely. A pond? So neat!

Brenda@CoffeeTeaBooks said...

Discouragement comes easy right after the move. You're still exhausted and emotional and everything is foreign and things are not put away...

I'd love to know about the woman (or man) who planted those roses originally. Perhaps they were the Beauty needed among all the "gotta do's" of each day.

Davene Grace said...

Kimberly, it's always a pleasure to pop over here and take a peek at how things are going for you. Wow, so much has changed! I've heard that Idaho is absolutely gorgeous, and I'm so happy for you that you have space for your soul to soar and for your children to run. The promise of beauty in those cold rosebushes is marvelous.

May you be blanketed with peace tonight!

Vicki in UT said...

I hope you grow to love your new home, it sounds absolutely wonderful. Moving is hard, even for something absolutely wonderful. I think it helps to know that it is natural for it to be hard, then we are not so disappointed in ourselves when we have a hard time with it. If that makes sense.

Francesca said...

It all sounds so good to me. Welcome home!

Bonnie said...

You sound home. I can't quite explain it, but there is a different "tone" in your cyber voice, and for you, I am glad.
Anxiously awaiting your chance to post pictures, but I know work comes before pleasure, so I'll practice patience!

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