Fertilizer

The wrath of God doesn’t have to be the size of a hurricane nor a major flood or forest fire to leave us all in pain. It can be an itch or an annoying twitch a big black hair on your nose painfully shy or one crossed eye it’s terrible to have one of those. Ugly or clumsy or not very smart we all have our cross to bear mismatch your socks get chicken pox or forget your underwear. Cowlicks birthmarks and knobby knees all conspire to bring us down, crooked teeth big ears and zits are here to make us frown. With a squeaky voice you don’t rejoice and bad breath is problematic as is hobbling on a cane when you have a sore sciatic. Oh Dear Lord just look at me! a melting pot of woes! As a kid I made a face and wouldn’t you know…it froze! What will we do with these gifts from you bestowed on us in your wrath? As we complain down here in our shame do you sit on a cloud and laugh? But then God said as he shook his head; “My child I love you so.. these minor things that set you apart are here to help you grow.”