Wounded Souls

Every spring I tell myself that I am not going to spend a lot of money on plants for my yard.  But every year, I am drawn to the garden store like a nail is to a magnet. To justify my purchases, I typically head back to the section where all the plants that are getting ready to shrivel to their deaths are placed. Yesterday, there was a large selection of different kinds of plants that just needed some extra loving care. So I filled up my cart with some zincas and geraniums that truly looked pitiful. As I traveled by all the vibrant plants and colorful flowers, I had to convince myself that I was not wasting my money or time.

When I got home, I took each plant out of the root bound containers and placed them in larger flower pots with fresh garden soil. I spoke to them like they were truly alive, encouraging them to recover from their neglected beginnings. Today, I noticed there are a few zincas that appear dead and will  be moved to the compost heap to begin decomposing into fresh soil for later use. On the other hand, I can see a little life coming back for most of them and showered them with rain water collected from the recent storms.

If I enjoy bringing life to these plants that are all but dead, I can’t imagine how much God must enjoy bringing life to individuals with wounded souls. I wonder if God and Jesus talked about their love for the lost before Jesus came to earth. I wonder if God told Jesus to share stories like the Parable of the Prodigal Son and many others. I can almost imagine him emphasizing to Jesus the importance of letting us know how much he cares, even for the souls that are close to death. And even now, as Jesus sits at the right hand of his father, I can almost hear them celebrate when one more wounded soul finally realizes they can be brought back from the dead and thrive on some living water.

Published by Cora Darrah

Hello. My name is Cora. I live in Durham, North Carolina with my husband and two French Bulldogs, Vern and Bee. For thirty-two years, I taught children with unique needs. When I was eligible for retirement, I decided it was time to explore life from a different perspective. So with pen and paper, I have taken up blogging about two of the most extraordinary pets I know. More important than my pooches, is my relationship with God. I love God! He has blessed me with the gift of writing and I want to share what he is teaching me as I look through the eyes of four legged friends. So if you would like to experience how God works in all his creatures, join us on our adventure! When I first started blogging, my Frenchie, Carl inspired me through his crazy antics. But as life has it, Carl had to leave this world at the tender age of four. After a period of mourning for my little guy, I brought Vern home where he has ruled the roost. Oh, did I mention Bee, the Frenchie with a girl attitude and enough spunk to keep Vern in line. Come along beside us as we dive into God’s word and learn morsels of the treasures that only the scriptures can teach us. Vern and Bee would love to get to know you as well, so please feel free to follow us and share your comments….

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