state of my garden

At the end of a devastating summer, my garden is fatigued. So little water, such abominable heat. It reached 47 degrees on the hottest day. Black Saturday. The smoke is still thinly covering the sky to remind us of the sadness lingering only thirty minutes from where we live. So many lost their lives and the charred ground and littered remains of people's homes remind us that it will be a long time before these areas know joy again.

Yet, peace can be found and a garden can remind us of loss and renewal. Sometimes I look at my own life and can see the charred and painful valleys that still have never been restored. It is these blackened parts of my emotion that have driven me to seek the only one who can make life out of my own devastated heart.