The Garden

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 There she was......sitting in the garden, surrounded by slowly, drooping plants. They seemed to extend hugs, and even their leaves wept rainwater and dropped pearls of sadness on the ground. There Janie sat. Still. Pensive. Bewildered. Hopeless. She pondered being surrounded by so much beauty yet feeling so full despair. She never wanted this day to come where her skin would shed and leave her wounds exposed, only to have them picked at and poked with no hope for a bandage. Would the bleeding ever stop?

However, sitting in that garden, with the hours flying by, listening to the birds sing their songs of reassurance and hearing the words of men who had lived through despair themselves, Janie was encouraged to live out her best self. Janie knew then what she was prepared to do because after all, this was her one chance at life. How else should she spend it but in seeking peace and happiness?

The bright shining sun began to emerge through the rain clouds as if God himself had spoken, pouring hope and healing into a fragmented soul.

Janie sat in the garden one last time and now she was ready to leave. As she passed each flower and each plant, the leaves now stood upright embracing the warmth of the sun. They were firm with conviction. Green. Fresh. Vibrant colours. And if there ever was a sign that she would be okay, the plants confirmed it, right there in the garden.

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