by Mark Weinrich
I love the anticipation like a child on Christmas day when the seed of an idea is revealed I unwrap it with the crackling rip and laughter of a little boy. What joy, as the Lord tills my mind and prepares it for planting. But rocks are always intruding roots that need to be removed, I thrill in the musty smell and feel, as soil spills through my fingers then the sheen of a polished stone carries me away and I’m caught up in a story or poem. Sadly, there is no escape from weeding for I don’t want my flowers crowded out. But often in the pulling an arrangement, a realignment presents itself, and I wonder why I didn’t notice it from the first. How I delight that God is ever working even through the weeds. Finally, I give it time to rest, time to take on a life of its own. For flowers will need to be snipped so others can grow. And in this season, the Lord sends the sweetness of rain, the sprinkling of peace this work is finished.
Mark Weinrich lives a creative life as a writer, photographer, musician, and artist—all wrapped together in an outdoorsman. He is a retired pastor and nine-year cancer survivor. His writing and photography have appeared in over 130 news stand, inspirational, and literary publications. He has sold eight children’s books and currently has two fantasy novels on Kindle.