Dreams Taking Root

Last Updated on May 30, 2014 by Michelle

I assured her many times.

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She did not need to water her newly planted fruits today. Buckets of rainfall had provided a deserved respite from her arduous chore.

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She had carried watering cans, carted hoses and sprinklers, and inspected her plantings every day for two weeks.

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Having mini orchards to call her own had been a dream of hers for a decade, but our previous home in mid-atlantic suburbia, on less than a fifth of an acre, allowed no room for her vision. Our new home was placed on the front corner of 14 acres that lazily stretch uphill from a long, rich-soiled river front. Within only a day of arriving, she and I were turning over rich brown dirt, moving lush green sod, and planting her dreams.

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We still had a barn full of moving boxes; dark, worn, antique floors to refinish; and uneven plaster to sand and paint in every room of our early-19th-century cape cod. But her dreams were taking root and being tended to. So, although the interior of our home told a chaotic story, we were settling in just fine.

“He waters the mountains from his upper chambers; the land is satisfied by the fruit of his work.” Psalm 104:13

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