I refer Y’all to two previous posts:
The Hope Tree—
Update…to an Update—
April 20, 2016
Today's post is about My Sweet Husband’s (MSH) and my “experiment.” (It’s easier to explain if you’ll read these two posts for background.)
But here is A Quick Summary: We planted a “pod” we found at a grocery store in
. Had it in a cup. Moved it a
couple of times around our house. It came up when we’d almost given up. McKinney last Christmas
A couple of months later, after transplanting it into a bigger pot, MSH planted it outside. It was looking bad/sicky—we had no idea what else to do.
About six weeks ago, I asked him about Our Hope Tree. (He'd placed it a bit down our “hill”. Not too convenient for me to observe and monitor. All summer long I rarely had shoes and socks on outside—just sandals. I’d refuse to venture through the grass to check on it—as I was afraid of getting chigger bites. They love me and Little Leighton. Sigh.)
He gently broke the news to me: I'm sorry. It’s gone. It didn’t make it.
I'm not going to lie. I was extremely sad. I have to admit—I got a few tears in my eyes. I truly wanted it to make it. I believed it would make a statement to me and MSH: Everything is good. The challenges and changes you face? You’ll make it through all of them. This little tree will be your sign.
He comforted me with a hug and said: Hey, we tried. We had no experience with growing a tree. We’ll try again—sometime.
We moved on.
THEN…drumroll...SUNDAY HAPPENED! I got home that afternoon from an overnight trip East to TLC’s and was chatting/catching up with MSH. It hit him he’d forgotten to tell me the news. The tree is hanging in! He went to take a picture to show me. Here it is!
My heart is SOOOOOOOO HAPPY! I cannot even tell Y’all how excited I was. Am! We shouldn’t ever give up hope for things we really, really, REALLY want to happen! Never. Right?
Have a Wonderful Week, Sweet Friends! Be hopeful. Be faithful. Be patient.