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Words I Wrote along the Way |
By Dennis F. McCorkle |
"He has made everything
beautiful in its own time..."
Ecclesiastes 3:11
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There was once an obstinate and aggressive weed that had grown unchecked in the backyard of our home in Irvington for years. Appearing to be nothing more than a long, thick, hollow glop of plant material that served no other purpose than to take up space in the garden, the dark green nondescript shoots would unceremoniously, summer-after-summer, be pulled up by their shallow roots and thrown in the trash. One year however, we let the plants take their course... |
As fall arrived
that year, what had appeared as only a weed the previous season
was now the only flower to be seen. Daily reaching upward towards
the sky, higher and higher above the dying plants that had lived
their season in the sun these majestic plants towered above the
yard, filling the landscape with beauty among the otherwise dying
foliage.
Now as fall approaches each year, I
look forward to seeing this magnificent flower blown in the cool
days of late September and early October. What I observed once as
merely a weed, was in fact fulfilling its purpose in life -
blooming at its proper time and place just as our Creator had
ordained before any of us ever drew our first breath.
