When the mess in your heart is worse than the mess in the kitchen,
When love feels like sacrifice,
When blessings have become burdens,
It's time to put your hand to the plow.
Till that hard heart soil.
Tear up those ugly weeds.
Air out the old grievances for good.
Breathe in the fresh clay.
Plant some new thoughts,
some things useful, true and noble.Begin again. And don't look back.
* photos of my parents working hard preparing our shared garden*
