This past summer, every time I left or entered the house, I would see this scraggly plant growing along the edge of the cement and think to myself, " I have GOT to pull that weed out of there."

 But I was always in the middle of going or coming and would put it off.  Then one day, something that looked a little like this opened on this scraggly 'weed'.

I realized that what I had thought was a weed, something to be pulled up and discarded from my life, was really a beautiful flower, just waiting to cheer my heart and lift my spirits, and I realized too, that this is the way of life.  If I can just wait long enough, some of the 'weeds' in my life will eventually bloom, to gladden my heart and beautify my soul.

And so I wait.  Most, if not all who will read this post, know of our family tragedy this past spring, and that life has not stopped throwing 'weeds' at us since.  And though I know that I will have to wait a lifetime, I know that these 'weeds' will eventually bloom into the beautiful flowers they really are.