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I went skipping through this forest once, and I saw there were these violent and mean wolves all in there tearing apart people and laughing at them after they had chewed them up and spit them out. So, I put on my protective cloak and began watering the small delicate pretty flowers I had found. I watered here and there, all through the whole forest, paying no mind how so near the wolves den I had come because I knew I had on my protective cloak. I found a small man in there, he was doing the same as I was, except he was watering only the grey flowers, while leaving the small pretty ones because he didn’t like the taste of the small pretty petals he had pulled off and sucked on. I watched his eyes became frosted over, so that all he could see anymore was a dull grey, no matter how pretty a flower came before him. When I looked closer, I saw he was connected by jaggedy hard vines, to these black rose bushes, whose stems were so thorny, every time he grabbed onto them, he cut his hand again and again on their vengeful sharp thorns. The man didn’t even care, he cut his hands up, stunted his growth and lied there beaten and bloodied with these black roses that smelled good, but really, they were put there, and made to destroy and weed out the less desirable plants of the forest, those whose eyes were not sightly enough to see that they stemmed from a wooded trail that led directly into the mean wolves’ den, the one where the wolves devoured all the tasty plants God has set out, that tasted so good, but were never meant to nourish and fill their mean tummies at all. They were meant to help water the pretty flowers as I was. I saw that the mean violent wolves had set the man aside their hot oven, because they planned to put on a show with him, laughing and devouring him all up, not caring at all the man was simply lost and did not even belong in their neck of the woods where nothing grew really. I watered the small pretty flowers all the way up to the wolves’ den, knowing all along they would try to jump and snap at me, but knowing that my protective cloak would block them from even seeing which were the really true tastiest parts of me. I knew I was set to be watered and groomed to be a solid impalpable groundskeeper that would go on living for many years because God had shown me the watering cans himself, surprising me with his graciousness, and loving me from a distance, so much so, that he let me fall as many times at it took to learn nearly all of the secrets of the forest that you could not be shown, and had to fall over and over again as I skipped through the forest. This let me know God’s love for me was great and gave me strength and courage to go so near the wolves’ den. While I was there, I saw a new and beautiful man who was watering all the even smaller flowers I had forgotten, even pointing them out should I miss them as I skipped through the forest. I thought to myself I shall make a friend of this man because he is so obviously straight from God’s house. When I looked at him, he only showed me all the lovely things I had grown, and none of the muck I had torn off to help the smell pretty flowers grow. He was like a jewel. Thank Gods my Lord had made me so smart, I knew what value I had in the friend and left that old beaten and bloodied man where he lied, knowing his eyes had become so greyed from being too near the wolves, he would simply devour me should I go near him, so I stayed away and my new friend sent from God laughed, as he joined me skipping through the forest watching me water the small pretty flowers again. I really could see, my new friend was so beautiful, and he belonged here with me and all the pretty flowers we would grow together, him never letting me forget the even smaller ones I was skipping over, because he was from God’s house and he knew all along, I was a groundskeeper he had watched and guided sometimes, just to see me water all those small pretty flowers that we grew together for so so long, me and my new friend together.
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