My flower garden

I was talking to God this morning, thinking about my life, my sorrows, my regrets.  Then this came to me.  It makes as much sense to mourn the old rusty tools I used for creating my garden as it does to mourn my past.   I used those rusty old tools to break up my hardness of heart, to weed out my sins, and prepare good healthy rich soil for God to plant his beautiful flowers.  I can still miss those old rusty garden tools, and they are still over there in the shed, any time I want to visit them.  But they have done their job.  Sometimes, if the weeds come back, and getting out the old garden tools will help make God's flower garden more beautiful still, I can go back and fix it up.  God's garden is all I am interested in.