Clink! I knew that sound. My trowel had hit a rock. I worked the soil around it so I could free it. I had no sooner removed it when my trowel struck another. Then another. This is a rocky patch, I thought to myself. Memories of my past drifted to mind— times when my life was rocky. My heart filled with regrets, wishing I had done things differently.
“Sparrow, everyone has rocky times in their past,” God said on the soft breeze that stirred the flowers. “What is in your past doesn’t matter. What matters is what lies inside of you today.”
God’s words chased my regrets away; compassion for myself taking its place. “I’ll do my best with what I have today,” I promised. I pushed the trowel back into the soft earth and continued preparing a place for the new flowers that were eager to become part of my garden family.