Heart Hope by Olga

On a cold snowy day in the Rocky Mountains it is fun to think of this story about a garden:  My friend tells the story that she had a beautiful garden and the way that it came to being was that she dug a deep, deep hole and threw all of the junk from her past into it. She then covered it with pebbles and rocks and then to be sure it would not surface, she poured cement over it all. Then she began to prepare the area by placing soil, compost and other good things in the hole before planting the healthy array of plants that would become her lovely garden.  All was well and the garden did begin growing and was a sight to behold. There was only one problem; the past that had not been dealt with would not stay buried. It pushed its way through the rock and even the cement and then began to wreck the garden that had been so carefully planted. What my friend thought was gone forever, was not. It’s reappearing  does not mean that the garden will not be beautiful again, in fact,...