Struggling Well With Life

I was sitting out on my patio early this morning with Paisley, our half breed, and enjoying an amazing cup of coffee, just listening to the sounds of morning. My backyard has been a work in progress. We moved in ten years ago, and just last year I turned my efforts to this mass of space and shade. I spent a ton last year on shrubs and perennials, not knowing we were heading for a drought. I was convinced I had lost pert near most of what I planted, but this morning I sat there sipping away with surprise as the hosta and ferns made their way out of that hard dry soil to the light of day. Not only did they emerge, but with new growth, they seem fuller and healthier. I wondered how much new growth has taken place in my life this past year, I wondered if God were sitting there enjoying the morning and watching me rise for another day, if He sees any resemblance in me, to what I saw this morning. I sure hope so.