(Excerpt from our book, Tales from Heritage Farm, available in our store)

A hush fell over her spirit as the voice of her long time friend assured her that their Creator was in control.

“Lilac, I know what you’re thinking,” Woody’s tone split into her consciousness. “Remember our Creator made us both. He had us planted here. And He has a purpose for your children just as He had for us. Have your forgotten that?”

“No, but it seems like it has been forever since we were young. I can’t imagine what it will take for our Creator to work out a desirable future for my sweet little ones,” she fretted.

“Now, now, be patient, dear Lilac. I am sure that the Creator has a plan.” assured Woody.

Many days went on. One chilly, April afternoon, a violent windstorm shook the old farm. Limbs were lost. Farmer’s windmill was damaged. Several large trees succumbed in the wake of the powerful winds.

One of Woody’s cousins could no longer stand against the unrelenting wind. With a thundering crash, he toppled to the ground. Fortunately, the tree fell on empty sod.  With his great height, the downed tree took up a large space in Farmer’s yard. It had to be removed and made into useful firewood.

The whole grove was upset by its loss of friend and cousin. But they all knew that their Creator was working out His faithful design. The trees and bushes at the fence line were at a loss, however, for what good might possibly come from this event which weakened the much needed windbreak.

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