I came into work today and was instantly reminded of 6th grade. One day in 6th grade we walked to school, Erica, Kristel (Gayle), and I, it was after a big rain in the spring. There was worms everywhere. Kristel would not walk, she didn't want to step on a worm, Erica being her older sister was like "I'm not carrying you", so I carried her because we never would have gotten to school. Everytime I see a worm, I think of Kristel. And I smile. And when someone says "I forget" I think of her too because she always said "freeget" and that's how she spelled it too. F-R-E-G-E-T... freeget.
In Michigan it can be 68 degrees one day and snowing the next, literally. I don't know how it happens but it does.
Worms aren't the coolest creatures on earth, they are kind of stinky, slimy, but necessary. I think I remember that if there are no worms in your soil... no flowers, no plants... they are important.
Just thinking about that reminds me of some of my current situations going on. It stinks, it's really nothing I'd like to hold on to but it's necessary. Necessary for me to bloom stronger and better, to provide more beauty than before.
Sometimes we have to be thankful for the storms, or even just the showers, and the worms in our lives.
Ezk 34:26 I will bless them and the places surrounding my hill. I will send down showers in season; there will be showers of blessing.