“Never lose an opportunity of seeing anything beautiful, for beauty is God’s handwriting.” – Ralph Waldo Emerson
It was a cold day in April when I loaded the last of our life in Montana into my car. I spent an hour cleaning up the mud and snow that I had tracked into our farmhouse, and dropped off the keys with the landlord. Tanner, my husband, had already been gone for a month, and all I could think about was getting to Wyoming and seeing him again! We were changing our lives in a big way in order to better our financial situaton and set ourselves up for the future, but it was so hard to leave a place we called home.
We finally found a small rental, but I hated Wyoming. I thought it was ugly, too windy, smelly, boring; you name it.
This year, the thought of paying for our Christmas tree was too much. I’d been able to hike in the wilderness of Montana for the perfect tree every year for the price of a cup of cocoa.
My post this week was supposed to be on the greenery that Wyoming has to offer. I had a good laugh over the fact that the only green out here is the sagebrush, and resolved to post about something else. Then it hit me…literally. A tumbleweed hit the sliding glass door leading to the backyard as the wind blew, and my mind started racing. It reminded me of an old western movie I watched growing up. The lead character tied poems to tumbleweeds passing by in hopes that they would reach her one true love.
Could I decorate a tumbleweed for Christmas? The shape of it was beautiful, and fit perfectly inside the planter I got from Aubrey of Studio Stems. As I added in more weeds from the backyard, and deep purple flowers from the grocery store, I was more convicted than I have been in a very long time.
Sitting in front of me was an absolutely beautiful creation from my backyard, a backyard that I am beyond blessed to have. From Wyoming, a place where we are finally able to breathe again. From my house that my husband works so hard to provide. Any bitterness I’ve felt toward Wyoming slowly melted away this past week.
I finished the shoot, and pressed some of the leftover flowers in between pages of an old book. This is something I’ve been doing ever since I found a leaf in an old copy of Jane Eyre at a thrift store.
We complain and dwell on negativity too much when there are so many things to be thankful for. I’d love to challenge you to think about the things in life you’re feeling bitter toward, and find the positivity in them. I’ll bet some of you have stories very similar to mine. I would absolutely love to hear them. If you feel comfortable, please post them in the comment section below! You never know who it might encourage.