Cas Reeves 2003
I offered God my bunch of broken dreams:
A large bouquet of flowers,
Bruised and wrinkled,
Wilting and forlorn.
I said, they have no use
No real beauty,
But I want you to have them
I love you Lord
I know I can trust you,
Perhaps you’ll see beauty
Even in my fading hopes.
God took them gently with a smile
And one by one
Laid them out and trimmed the ends.
“I’m taking cuttings child
I thought I’d plant a garden
Every dream will make a lovely plant.
Give me time.
This bunch of broken dreams are not dead,
In my hands your hopes
Are living flowers with a future
And a fragrance sweet and all their own.”
I'm a 44 Christian married mother of two young adults who I had the honour of homeschooling for 12 years. My husband Rodney and I live in Brisbane Australia. I am creating this space to share, as God leads, some of my writing and experiences living with schizoaffective disorder and other comorbidities.
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