5 Minute Friday- Garden

My hands dig through the soil. The shovel long since forgotten. Hope keeps me. This year will be different. I have a plan. But harvest comes and little has changed. Nothing grows,  not like it should. My green thumb is not so green. Anything I touch seems to wither. And I see my life. I see my failures. Sometimes seeming so hopeless and so beyond repair. But then I remember. I am not the answer. Mistakes are covered. In grace. In love. He is tending me. In his garden. The master gardener whose hands prune with care.