(Day 14 – How have you changed in the past year? I’ll let this little story tell mine.)
So. This is what it’s like here. The tiny sprout looked around the lush terrain surrounding her, quivering in delight as she beheld the iridescent hues of the outside world – the world beyond mud and soil – for what she believed was the very first time. A cool springtime breeze welcomed her, planting a gentle kiss on one of her fragile leaves. Surely, the sprout thought to herself, this place would make all those dark days trying to push through the ground well worth the effort and the wait.
She remembered how it was like being underground and shuddered. It was a disheartening mixture of darkness, nothingness, and hopelessness down there. But she had pressed on steadily, through unforgiving gloom, and here she was now, in a whole new world, filled with renewed hope and expectations.
This new world holds a promise, the little sprout breathed out.
Indeed, those very words proved true. But the sprout could never have imagined the challenges that the new place also brought with it. For, along with all its magnificent splendour and beauty, the world above also contained trials more difficult than the troubles the sprout experience in the world beneath.
There was the wind. The tiny sprout almost forgot its gentle welcoming kiss when blistering gales caused her to sway and bend over. There was the heat. Sometimes the burning sun turned the sprout’s leaves yellow, sometimes it made her transpire until all the water left in her poor body was gone. Then there were the rains. Kind drizzles were gladly received, but relentless outpourings were terrifying. Sometimes thunder and lightning joined in the merciless assault and the poor sprout would have given anything to find a big tree to hide under but alas, she had found that there was none. Her surroundings were lush and abundant when she first broke forth, but, as the seasons passed, shoots were transplanted, trees were cut down, and crops were harvested and brought to the storehouse. Now the world around her seemed almost desert-like.
But in her loneliest hours, she found out that she was not alone. A Great Gardener always came to her rescue. Pruning. Watering. Singing over her, even. He shielded her from the strongest winds. Covered her when the sun was harshest. Revived her when the rains almost brought her down.
For this she was grateful. Though it was tempting to go back underground, though parts of her desired to hide from the challenges that she knew still lay up ahead, she knew that she had to stand firm and hold her ground. Her Gardener would not leave her to wither and die. Her Gardener would see to it that she would bloom and blossom like into a tree of life.
Yes, this is what it’s like here.
The tiny sprout looked around and smiled when she saw fresh green leaves shooting out from the ground surrounding her.