Thea, now and then I pluck up my dreams and arrange them in a vase, saying, "How beautiful! How lovely!" But in this way they are cut from their life's source, rendered rootless. Help me to remember that letting my dreams wallow in their own dirt does more for their beauty and strength than putting them on a polished table for show. Amen.
Thea, dislodge the roots of bitterness and leave the remaining earth fallow. After a while has passed, scatter seeds of forgiveness, and nurse them to sapling life. Then I will care for the plants, tending them to maturity. Amen.