Walking on Water by Liz Strauss SAMPLE PAGES

Weeds and Wildflowers
Flowers are there, even when we don’t notice.
Some hide in the weeds. They're a wonder.
Sometimes I forget to see them.


Stuck in the Weeds
I was sick as a dog. I was stuck, gray, and complaining.
When the sun shined, it hurt my eyes. When people asked for a favor,
they were ungrateful. When strangers smiled, they were smug.
Heroes and angels were all around me. Folks had been trying to
lighten my load. They weren’t asking anything in return.
When I quit looking for weeds, I
could see I was standing in a field of
wildflowers.

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