My family went to Manti today for our annual go-to-great-grandma's-house-and-clean-up-the-yard-as-an-extended-family party. I decided today that I was really going to take out any frustration I had on the poor weeds that were infesting my grandmother's flowerbeds.
Usually I hate sweating, but today it meant that I was accomplishing something. As I sat there with the dirt and the bugs, I could feel pain melting away. I felt peace. That was a blessing.
My dad is the one who does all the gardening and yardwork in my family. I've always expected my future husband to fill that same role. However, I realized today that I will be completely content to work alongside him in the yard. It does something for the soul. It heals.
No comments:
Post a Comment