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Hope Moves
As the garden grows, so do I. It’s all so much better than I could have dreamed up on my own. Pain doesn’t get the final say. God does. He writes good stories. I’m still in the midst of mine, but here’s part of the journey, Continue reading
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I Named It Hope
We planted roses at the blue house last week. My nephews brought us quite the collection from their grandma’s home. How special to have a piece of someone else’s garden! As I wait for fall, I soak up all the late, golden days I have left. I may be drinking pumpkin spice lattes and planning… Continue reading
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A Marigold Soul
I can’t believe they placed me in their grocery cart. I am just a measly flower and quite a bit beat up at that. I can tell she doesn’t care that much for me. I’m orange and wilted and small. I feel insignificant next to the vibrant flowers surrounding me. And she plants me in… Continue reading
Sierra V. Fedorko 