The Day Nothing Seemed to Happen
The garden was already awake when Miss Tillia noticed something very strange. It was too busy.
The bees were zipping past her branches in zigzags and loops and upside-down figure eights. One bee bonked into a tulip. Another bee forgot what flower it was visiting halfway through the visit.
“We’re behind!” buzzed one bee.
“We’re late!” buzzed another.
“We’re not doing enough!” buzzed all the rest.
Miss Tillia watched quietly. She always watched first, before she spoke, so she would know what was actually going on.
Nearby, a little field mouse sat on the ground with his arms crossed and his whiskers drooping. “I planted a seed,” he muttered. “And nothing happened.”
Miss Tillia could see both the buzzing bees and the pouting mouse at the same time. “Well,” she said gently, “it sounds like everyone is in a hurry today.”
“We have IMPORTANT WORK!” the bees shouted.
“And I did IMPORTANT PLANTING!” the mouse added.
Having Miss Tillia's attention feels like shade on a hot day. She let one golden leaf fall slowly… slowly… all the way down. The bees landed on it by accident. Then they stayed there on purpose.
“Flowers don’t rush,” Miss Tillia said. “And seeds don’t pop up just because they’re being stared at.”
“But if we stop,” buzzed a bee, “nothing will happen!”
Miss Tillia’s leaves rustled softly. “Some of the most important things happen while you’re being still.”
The bees rested. The mouse sighed. The garden grew quiet enough to hear the dirt thinking.
The next morning, something wonderful happened. The bees worked better. They remembered where they were going. They laughed when they bumped into each other instead of shouting. And the mouse gasped. A tiny green sprout waved hello from the ground.
“It was growing the whole time!” the mouse squeaked.
Miss Tillia nodded. “Yes,” she said. “That’s how gardens work. And hearts. And faith.”
The bees hummed more softly. The mouse smiled. And the garden smelled sweet all day long.
“Miss Tillia reminds us that God’s lessons can grow quietly, just like gardens and hearts.”
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The garden was already awake when Miss Tillia noticed something very strange. It was too busy.
The bees were zipping past her branches in zigzags and loops and upside-down figure eights. One bee bonked into a tulip. Another bee forgot what flower it was visiting halfway through the visit.
“We’re behind!” buzzed one bee.
“We’re late!” buzzed another.
“We’re not doing enough!” buzzed all the rest.
Miss Tillia watched quietly. She always watched first, before she spoke, so she would know what was actually going on.
Nearby, a little field mouse sat on the ground with his arms crossed and his whiskers drooping. “I planted a seed,” he muttered. “And nothing happened.”
Miss Tillia could see both the buzzing bees and the pouting mouse at the same time. “Well,” she said gently, “it sounds like everyone is in a hurry today.”
“We have IMPORTANT WORK!” the bees shouted.
“And I did IMPORTANT PLANTING!” the mouse added.
Having Miss Tillia's attention feels like shade on a hot day. She let one golden leaf fall slowly… slowly… all the way down. The bees landed on it by accident. Then they stayed there on purpose.
“Flowers don’t rush,” Miss Tillia said. “And seeds don’t pop up just because they’re being stared at.”
“But if we stop,” buzzed a bee, “nothing will happen!”
Miss Tillia’s leaves rustled softly. “Some of the most important things happen while you’re being still.”
The bees rested. The mouse sighed. The garden grew quiet enough to hear the dirt thinking.
The next morning, something wonderful happened. The bees worked better. They remembered where they were going. They laughed when they bumped into each other instead of shouting. And the mouse gasped. A tiny green sprout waved hello from the ground.
“It was growing the whole time!” the mouse squeaked.
Miss Tillia nodded. “Yes,” she said. “That’s how gardens work. And hearts. And faith.”
The bees hummed more softly. The mouse smiled. And the garden smelled sweet all day long.
“Miss Tillia reminds us that God’s lessons can grow quietly, just like gardens and hearts.”
#mysticalgardens #christianfiction #christianfantasy #christianwriter #stacyfrantz
🐞 The Day Nothing Seemed to Happen 🌳
The garden was already awake when Miss Tillia noticed something very strange. It was too busy.
The bees were zipping past her branches in zigzags and loops and upside-down figure eights. One bee bonked into a tulip. Another bee forgot what flower it was visiting halfway through the visit.
“We’re behind!” buzzed one bee.
“We’re late!” buzzed another.
“We’re not doing enough!” buzzed all the rest.
Miss Tillia watched quietly. She always watched first, before she spoke, so she would know what was actually going on.
Nearby, a little field mouse sat on the ground with his arms crossed and his whiskers drooping. “I planted a seed,” he muttered. “And nothing happened.”
Miss Tillia could see both the buzzing bees and the pouting mouse at the same time. “Well,” she said gently, “it sounds like everyone is in a hurry today.”
“We have IMPORTANT WORK!” the bees shouted.
“And I did IMPORTANT PLANTING!” the mouse added.
Having Miss Tillia's attention feels like shade on a hot day. She let one golden leaf fall slowly… slowly… all the way down. The bees landed on it by accident. Then they stayed there on purpose.
“Flowers don’t rush,” Miss Tillia said. “And seeds don’t pop up just because they’re being stared at.”
“But if we stop,” buzzed a bee, “nothing will happen!”
Miss Tillia’s leaves rustled softly. “Some of the most important things happen while you’re being still.”
The bees rested. The mouse sighed. The garden grew quiet enough to hear the dirt thinking.
The next morning, something wonderful happened. The bees worked better. They remembered where they were going. They laughed when they bumped into each other instead of shouting. And the mouse gasped. A tiny green sprout waved hello from the ground.
“It was growing the whole time!” the mouse squeaked.
Miss Tillia nodded. “Yes,” she said. “That’s how gardens work. And hearts. And faith.”
The bees hummed more softly. The mouse smiled. And the garden smelled sweet all day long.
🐞 “Miss Tillia reminds us that God’s lessons can grow quietly, just like gardens and hearts.”
#mysticalgardens #christianfiction #christianfantasy #christianwriter #stacyfrantz
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