Chapter Four
Beth frowned down at the rich earth below her. Part of her was happy for the plants thriving in such nutrient-dense soil. Another part of her knew that it wasn’t just little seedlings ready to poke their heads out of the fertile ground.
An earthworm slithered between a rock causing her to gag. She cringed and shuddered when a beetle lumbered over a long blade of grass. Beth forced herself to lower the gardening spade and pray for patience and compassion for all God’s creatures.
“You know it’s more afraid of you than you’re afraid of it.”
Beth wasn’t afraid. She was grossed out and uncomfortable and wishing for hardwood floors and air conditioning. Clearly, gardening wasn't her favorite activity. She didn't like getting dirty. The picnic blanket she knelt on kept her yellow
