Reason to cry

I imagined bright blooms, beautiful cut flowers, and another seed variety I could offer through my business. When you’re building something from the ground up, especially without a big budget, every seed feels important… every little bit of progress feels personal.

If you know me in real life, you know I’m not overly emotional. But flowers have a way of humbling me. Last year gave me more than one reason to cry.

Those seeds survived late Indiana spring weather, curious birds, hungry little rodents, and somehow grew as tall as my chicken coop. When I saw those first blooms forming at the top, I felt so proud — like maybe all the work was finally paying off.

And then a storm came through and knocked the entire plant over.

I tried to save it. Thought maybe I could tie it up to the chicken run… but the stalk had snapped. All I could do was let the few flowers finish their cycle and go to seed.

It wasn’t the harvest I had hoped for — but it wasn’t nothing either.

I gathered a small handful of seeds, and this year I’ll start again. A little wiser. A little more prepared for the wind.

Sometimes God doesn’t give us a perfect outcome — He gives us enough to try again with more faith than before.