MountainWings A MountainWings Moment
#10235 Wings Over The Mountains of Life
Out of Burnt Stems
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My little girls had picked out some plants in hanging baskets to
liven up our front porch steps. We watered them faithfully
every day. Then we received news that we were to relocate - and
not much time to tend to "trivialities" of everyday living. The
unmerciful hot weather along with my sore neglect during this
busy time really dried out the beautiful buds and burnt the
stems into brittle twigs.
As I walked past my front door and peeked out the window I
noticed some beautiful greens and creams coming from the basket
of burnt buds. I smiled at the thought that some very stubborn
roots had found there way to the surface to bloom.
While my daughters went down to check our mail, I took the
trimming shears to clear away all the "dead" sticks. However,
as I began to delve into the mass of crispy burnt stems, it
jumped out at me that these beautiful new blooms had indeed NOT
found their way to the surface -- they were blooming out of the
"dead" stems!
I wondered over this beautiful shock of God's love that had
found a way to burst through the "dead" and bring forth it's
life. (A MountainWings Moment on it's own.)
Later on this same day I received a message in my inbox. A
message from a lady I never thought about. A lady who for the
whole of my life has disliked my very existence as she was my
father's second wife. This lady who insisted my father not have
a relationship with me because she had children with him and he
was only to be their father. A lady who - it is said - cut the
eyes out of the few childhood pictures my father had of me.
This lady who threatened if my father was to have contact with
me - no matter how small - he would no longer have any contact
with his other three children.
I've never met this woman personally. I've never heard a good
thing about her. The very mention of her name would break my
heart. I was blessed enough to finally meet my siblings but
thought it best not to continue our relationship as it was a
rift between them and her, their mother.
All this started when I was 2. I'll be 35 this month. She sent
me a message to wish me a happy birthday.
And to ask my forgiveness.
I thought about the beautiful new life that burst forth out of
those brittle burnt stems, and felt God's love swell up within
me for this woman.
I will forgive her. I already do.
~A MountainWings Original by Celena Barton, Hamptonville, NC~
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