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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Garden (09/07/06)

TITLE: Fraught with Frenzy
By Virginia Gorg
09/09/06


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I hate gardening. In fact, I dislike yard work. Tilling the soil, pulling weeds, planting, mowing the lawn Ė itís all drudgery to me. Yet somehow the thought of fresh flowers appealed to me.

Gaining confidence one day, I decided to plant gardens of rose bushes and wildflowers. Purchases in hand, I began digging and planting. Finally complete, I stepped back and saw a bunch of greenery and seedlings that needed watering.
In the gardens when I toiled, He was there.

After watering the plants, I promptly forgot about them as I became involved in my own life. Working, church activities, family gatherings, and the grandchildren kept me busy. Occasionally, I would water the plants, but mostly I ignored them
In the gardens, which I ignored, He was there.

Rains came upon the ground and watered the plants. One day, I saw that my neglected gardens were full of weeds, so I spent an afternoon pulling them up. Satisfied with my work, I sat on the grass and enjoyed the colors and smells of the flowers.
In the gardens when I toiled, He was there.

Dahlias, daisies, and roses grew in abundance in my gardens all summer long. I seldom watered anything, but these flowers grew and thrived. I plucked a few from their stems and enjoyed the colors in a vase on the table. I hastily went about my daily life, still neglecting the gardens.
In the gardens, which I ignored, He was there.

Evening fell one day and the setting sun shone a light upon the flowers. I looked closely at the roses and was surprised at the fragileness of the petals. I sat upon the ground and tenderly cared for them, piling up the broken and fractured pieces. Much later, I went into the house and put the petals in a bowl. The smell of roses was a delight and permeated the air.
In the gardens when I toiled, He was there.

Nearing exhaustion one day, I raced past my gardens into the house. Like my clouded thoughts, snow fell heavily and covered the ground. The gardens were the furthest thing from my mind as I languished away the winter months, bruised and fractured from a hectic life.
In the gardens, which I ignored, He was there.

Spring arrived again and my gardens began to bloom. I picked a rose and looked at its delicate petals, fresh and whole, unlike last yearís broken pieces. I became conscious of a change in me, feeling a calmness I had not known before. I was no longer fraught with frenzy. During the winter months, Jesus had toiled in the gardens of my soul, watering me with His grace and mercy. He is there to nurture and guide me. I trust in Him.


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Donna Haug09/14/06
I liked the repeated lines about when I toiled or when I ignored the garden, He was there. I'm so glad the gardening of my soul doesn't depend only on my talents and discipline - I'd be in big trouble. He's still working on us. Good writing.
Jan Ross09/16/06
Very nice! Cleverly constructed using the acronym for Gardens and the repeated use of the last line alternating the use of "toiled" and "ignored" showing the frenzy of a busy life. Nicely done! :)
Dolores Stohler09/17/06
In Colorado, where I live, your garden would have died when neglected. Oh, how nice it must be to have a rose bush thrive like a wildflower! But good writing;I enjoyed this piece.
Debbie Sickler09/20/06
Very creative with spelling out the word garden in your paragraphs' first letters. I'd suggest adding an extra space before each of the repetitive lines so they stand out more.
Val Clark09/20/06
Very good way to describe a busy and 'fraught' life. How much we need to make time to 'be'. Yet it is good to be reminded that God continues to nurture us even in the midst of our busyness. Nicely done, yeggy