“You know that patch of grass that grows up in a crack in the sidewalk?”
I nodded, not sure where she was heading with this.
“Well, that’s what I feel like in my family; like, there’s all this concrete everywhere and then suddenly there’s this patch of grass in the middle and it’s like…hmmm–how did you get there?”
I didn’t say anything because I understood exactly what she was talking about and I knew how hard it is to have concrete scratching at you from all sides when you are trying to grow.
Don’t forget to visit High Calling Blogs later today for more on our book discussion of Gerald May’s The Wisdom of the Wilderness.