September 13, 2009

• The End

  

  My husband and I took a walk this afternoon and ended up out at the little clearing where once we dreamed of building our dream house.  The dream is now dead.  Burnt up in the same conflagration that took our barn, herd and our livlihood.  I somehow knew that night that there would never be a house in the clearing.

  As we stood looking silently at the beauty of the woods and that special slanted tree something came over me and I wept.  I wept as I had not done so since the fire.  All of it, the dream of the house in the woods, the hurts, pains, disappointments, and frustrations that had been inside of me since that cold day in January came flowing out of me.  As I stood staring at that tree, seeing a little dark haired boy trying in desperation to climb that tree, it represented to me all the struggle of the past two and a half years.  Then I suddenly recalled the day that Adam finally climbed the tree.  All the boys tried and failed but for some reason it seemed to mean more to him and he was the most persistant about it.  One day he did finally climb that tree and along with that memory I heard a voice inside my heart saying, you too can climb whatever comes along.  Just hold my hand and I will help you up any obstacle that comes along.

   

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