Mystical Gardens Tale
The Reset or the Rest Button
There was so much going on. Yelling, screaming, fighting that made no sense. Accusing words were thrown that were never meant, but came from a hurt that was felt deep inside. It became too much to bear. Mara stormed out without a destination, just the need to get away.
By the time Mara stumbled into the garden, she had no words left. She had used them all. She had shouted them, whispered them, sharpened them into accusations and hurled them like stones. Now her chest ached with the hollow echo of everything that had been said, the things that were still left unsaid and everything that was just repeated too much without any resolution.
A wide tree stood at the center of the garden, its bark smooth in places as if worn by countless hands. Its branches curved inward, not reaching, not demanding. Beneath it sat a stone bench, and carved into the stone was a single symbol: a small circle broken by a vertical line.
Mara frowned. “Is that a symbol for a reset? I need a complete reset. A fresh start. A new beginning."
A soft rustle came from the shade. An old tortoise, shell etched with faint lines like cracks that had healed long ago stepped forward—not fierce, not imposing. Just steady.
“You look like someone who has kept fighting even after the war ended,” the tortoise said gently.
Mara sank onto the bench. “Am I supposed to just give up? I didn’t win.”
The tortoise nodded. “Most wars don’t end with winners. They end when someone can’t lift their arms anymore.”
She pressed her hands to her face. “I don’t want to do this anymore. I don’t want to talk anymore. I don’t want to try and fix it anymore. I don't even want to forgive anymore. I just want it all to stop.”
The tree’s leaves stirred. A voice, slow and patient, spoke from within the bark. "Then take a little time and just rest. There are things that you cannot fix but you must let go."
Mara laughed bitterly. “That’s it? That’s your great wisdom? Just rest. How does that fix anything?”
"Taking time to rest is not the same as quitting," the tree replied. "It is choosing not to keep fighting. To stop your heart from bleeding for a while."
The tortoise tapped the stone with one foot.
"What is that? A magic button to fix my problems?" she muttered. "Will it give me a complete reset? If I do it all over again, how do I keep from making the same mistakes?"
“This is not a reset button,” he said. “It’s a rest button. The reset button is over there." He pointed a foot to another bench. "People often confuse the two.”
Mara looked down. “What’s the difference?”
“A reset pretends that nothing ever happened,” he said. “A rest says, ‘I've had enough for now.’ They are not the same."
The tree continued, "Forgiveness is not forced here, but it is encouraged."
Mara felt something loosen in her chest. Not healing. Not peace. Just… permission to stop. To rest.
“But what if I never go back?” she asked.
The leaves shimmered. "Then you will still gain healing."
“And what if I do?”
"Then you will return healed, rested, but not armed. You will be ready to resolve the problems if it's possible."
The tortoise leaned closer. “You don’t have to decide today. Or tomorrow. You only have to stop fighting for this moment.”
Mara placed her hand over the symbol. The stone was cool. Solid. Real. Nothing dramatic happened. No light. No vision. No voice commanding her to reconcile. Instead, her shoulders dropped. Her breathing slowed. The battlefield inside her went quiet—not healed, but paused.
The tree spoke one last time. "Even I rest between seasons."
When Mara finally stood to leave, the garden dimmed gently behind her. It was not closing her out, it was not pulling her back, but instead was just waiting, because the rest button is not about fixing everything. It's about surviving long enough to become someone who can.
Avoid conflict if possible:
“Starting a quarrel is like breaching a dam; so drop the matter before a dispute breaks out.” Proverbs 17:14
“If it is possible, as far as it depends on you, live at peace with everyone.” Romans 12:18
#MysticalGardens #christianwriter #christianfiction #christianfantasy #stacyfrantz
The Reset or the Rest Button
There was so much going on. Yelling, screaming, fighting that made no sense. Accusing words were thrown that were never meant, but came from a hurt that was felt deep inside. It became too much to bear. Mara stormed out without a destination, just the need to get away.
By the time Mara stumbled into the garden, she had no words left. She had used them all. She had shouted them, whispered them, sharpened them into accusations and hurled them like stones. Now her chest ached with the hollow echo of everything that had been said, the things that were still left unsaid and everything that was just repeated too much without any resolution.
A wide tree stood at the center of the garden, its bark smooth in places as if worn by countless hands. Its branches curved inward, not reaching, not demanding. Beneath it sat a stone bench, and carved into the stone was a single symbol: a small circle broken by a vertical line.
Mara frowned. “Is that a symbol for a reset? I need a complete reset. A fresh start. A new beginning."
A soft rustle came from the shade. An old tortoise, shell etched with faint lines like cracks that had healed long ago stepped forward—not fierce, not imposing. Just steady.
“You look like someone who has kept fighting even after the war ended,” the tortoise said gently.
Mara sank onto the bench. “Am I supposed to just give up? I didn’t win.”
The tortoise nodded. “Most wars don’t end with winners. They end when someone can’t lift their arms anymore.”
She pressed her hands to her face. “I don’t want to do this anymore. I don’t want to talk anymore. I don’t want to try and fix it anymore. I don't even want to forgive anymore. I just want it all to stop.”
The tree’s leaves stirred. A voice, slow and patient, spoke from within the bark. "Then take a little time and just rest. There are things that you cannot fix but you must let go."
Mara laughed bitterly. “That’s it? That’s your great wisdom? Just rest. How does that fix anything?”
"Taking time to rest is not the same as quitting," the tree replied. "It is choosing not to keep fighting. To stop your heart from bleeding for a while."
The tortoise tapped the stone with one foot.
"What is that? A magic button to fix my problems?" she muttered. "Will it give me a complete reset? If I do it all over again, how do I keep from making the same mistakes?"
“This is not a reset button,” he said. “It’s a rest button. The reset button is over there." He pointed a foot to another bench. "People often confuse the two.”
Mara looked down. “What’s the difference?”
“A reset pretends that nothing ever happened,” he said. “A rest says, ‘I've had enough for now.’ They are not the same."
The tree continued, "Forgiveness is not forced here, but it is encouraged."
Mara felt something loosen in her chest. Not healing. Not peace. Just… permission to stop. To rest.
“But what if I never go back?” she asked.
The leaves shimmered. "Then you will still gain healing."
“And what if I do?”
"Then you will return healed, rested, but not armed. You will be ready to resolve the problems if it's possible."
The tortoise leaned closer. “You don’t have to decide today. Or tomorrow. You only have to stop fighting for this moment.”
Mara placed her hand over the symbol. The stone was cool. Solid. Real. Nothing dramatic happened. No light. No vision. No voice commanding her to reconcile. Instead, her shoulders dropped. Her breathing slowed. The battlefield inside her went quiet—not healed, but paused.
The tree spoke one last time. "Even I rest between seasons."
When Mara finally stood to leave, the garden dimmed gently behind her. It was not closing her out, it was not pulling her back, but instead was just waiting, because the rest button is not about fixing everything. It's about surviving long enough to become someone who can.
Avoid conflict if possible:
“Starting a quarrel is like breaching a dam; so drop the matter before a dispute breaks out.” Proverbs 17:14
“If it is possible, as far as it depends on you, live at peace with everyone.” Romans 12:18
#MysticalGardens #christianwriter #christianfiction #christianfantasy #stacyfrantz
🌿 Mystical Gardens Tale 🌿
🖲️ The Reset or the Rest Button
There was so much going on. Yelling, screaming, fighting that made no sense. Accusing words were thrown that were never meant, but came from a hurt that was felt deep inside. It became too much to bear. Mara stormed out without a destination, just the need to get away.
By the time Mara stumbled into the garden, she had no words left. She had used them all. She had shouted them, whispered them, sharpened them into accusations and hurled them like stones. Now her chest ached with the hollow echo of everything that had been said, the things that were still left unsaid and everything that was just repeated too much without any resolution.
A wide tree stood at the center of the garden, its bark smooth in places as if worn by countless hands. Its branches curved inward, not reaching, not demanding. Beneath it sat a stone bench, and carved into the stone was a single symbol: a small circle broken by a vertical line.
Mara frowned. “Is that a symbol for a reset? I need a complete reset. A fresh start. A new beginning."
A soft rustle came from the shade. An old tortoise, shell etched with faint lines like cracks that had healed long ago stepped forward—not fierce, not imposing. Just steady.
“You look like someone who has kept fighting even after the war ended,” the tortoise said gently.
Mara sank onto the bench. “Am I supposed to just give up? I didn’t win.”
The tortoise nodded. “Most wars don’t end with winners. They end when someone can’t lift their arms anymore.”
She pressed her hands to her face. “I don’t want to do this anymore. I don’t want to talk anymore. I don’t want to try and fix it anymore. I don't even want to forgive anymore. I just want it all to stop.”
The tree’s leaves stirred. A voice, slow and patient, spoke from within the bark. "Then take a little time and just rest. There are things that you cannot fix but you must let go."
Mara laughed bitterly. “That’s it? That’s your great wisdom? Just rest. How does that fix anything?”
"Taking time to rest is not the same as quitting," the tree replied. "It is choosing not to keep fighting. To stop your heart from bleeding for a while."
The tortoise tapped the stone with one foot.
"What is that? A magic button to fix my problems?" she muttered. "Will it give me a complete reset? If I do it all over again, how do I keep from making the same mistakes?"
“This is not a reset button,” he said. “It’s a rest button. The reset button is over there." He pointed a foot to another bench. "People often confuse the two.”
Mara looked down. “What’s the difference?”
“A reset pretends that nothing ever happened,” he said. “A rest says, ‘I've had enough for now.’ They are not the same."
The tree continued, "Forgiveness is not forced here, but it is encouraged."
Mara felt something loosen in her chest. Not healing. Not peace. Just… permission to stop. To rest.
“But what if I never go back?” she asked.
The leaves shimmered. "Then you will still gain healing."
“And what if I do?”
"Then you will return healed, rested, but not armed. You will be ready to resolve the problems if it's possible."
The tortoise leaned closer. “You don’t have to decide today. Or tomorrow. You only have to stop fighting for this moment.”
Mara placed her hand over the symbol. The stone was cool. Solid. Real. Nothing dramatic happened. No light. No vision. No voice commanding her to reconcile. Instead, her shoulders dropped. Her breathing slowed. The battlefield inside her went quiet—not healed, but paused.
The tree spoke one last time. "Even I rest between seasons."
When Mara finally stood to leave, the garden dimmed gently behind her. It was not closing her out, it was not pulling her back, but instead was just waiting, because the rest button is not about fixing everything. It's about surviving long enough to become someone who can.
🌟 Avoid conflict if possible:
“Starting a quarrel is like breaching a dam; so drop the matter before a dispute breaks out.” Proverbs 17:14
“If it is possible, as far as it depends on you, live at peace with everyone.” Romans 12:18
#MysticalGardens #christianwriter #christianfiction #christianfantasy #stacyfrantz
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