I watched the leaves for the last few days blow from
across the street into my ditch. I
waited until the few mornings of frost and rain came and those large maple
leaves shrunk to one half their original size, still filling 5 lawn bag.
I went to rake them and some were harder to gather than
others. A few were stuck in the muddy
portion of my ditch, hoping they would break free in the wind, to no avail. My ditch is deep and holds some of the most
fertile soil. The grass that grows there
is the greenest and healthiest in the yard.
The snow and rain rest in the bottom of the ditch but many things go
over the top and pass on to the neighbor’s yards or street.
I began to understand how God often works in my life. Many times I feel like that leaf, stuck in
the mud in my ditch. No matter how I
try, I can’t move. I feel as if the
weight of a snow storm or a down pour of rain is flowing on top of me . But, I always survive and seem to grow
stronger when my summer season comes.
When I look back over time, even though many things have fallen in my
path while stuck, I realize there are more perils that by passed me by because
I was stuck in the ditch; protected in my own personal valley.
