I keep expressing that good things can come out of bad things. Perhaps I haven’t expressed this on my blog. I’m uncertain. Nevertheless, it’s about time that I proved it.
It’s no secret that I’ve really been struggling during this pandemic. I never realized how much impact those family gatherings had on my life. During the pandemic there have been no gatherings for birthday’s or holidays. Andrew and I were pretty isolated to begin with, but this forced everyone into further isolation. It really doesn’t feel so wonderful. We’ve been over to our parents several times and we were invited out to his sister’s once, but other than pickin up groceries we’ve been quite isolated. My husband handles it better than I do. I have entered a season of crying way too much.
As I sat down to use my S.A.D light yesterday morning I was thinking about how much my writing has slowed down. So, my first priority was to pray and ask God for help with my writing among other things. Earlier the abundant life had been on my heart, but I didn’t have a clue what I’d write. That’s where prayer definitely comes in handy. You really do have to ask for direction.
After my prayers I still needed a little more time in my S.A.D light. So, I grabbed a book that a special friend of mine wrote called “Angels in the Landfill.” Carlynn passed away many years ago. However, I’m fortunate that I was gifted her book.
I was reading a story about the garden she planted with her daughter. She talked about how her daughter kept a journal and how they carefully thinned out the errant growth. They talked about Jesus’ instruction not to pull up the sprouts with the newly rooted sprouts–as to not inadvertently pluck the good seedlings along with the bad.
As I read further, she spoke about standing before her garden with a hose only to realize there was no garden. It was her two horses that had consumed everything they’d planted. This really made me laugh. With my laughter also came some tears. The good kind.
These are precious moments and precious relationships that should be well watered and preserved. I believe that the abundant life is found in among these sorts of gardens—the ones we share with the people we care for as well as the garden we share with our Creator who always lavishes so much love on us. He beckons us to come and sit awhile in the garden with Him, even inviting us to plant, water and carefully thin out that errant growth. As we do we continue to grow, thrive and live abundantly in His grace.
And she’s teary again…
Jesus Satisfies the Parched Soul
“The Lord will always lead you. He will satisfy your needs in dry lands and give strength to your bones. You will be like a garden that has much water, like a spring that never runs dry.”
“The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy; I have come that they may have life, and have it to the full.”
(Photo credit goes to Pixabay.com user Irina_kuktus.)