If you’ve heard the garden analogies before, you may already know where I’m going with this story. My mind had become like the untended and uncared for garden. I didn’t think of my mind as a garden that needed tending. So it didn’t get attention. I didn’t know how ugly and unkempt my mind became. I did, at times, notice the fruit of it, mostly rotten fruit.
As I was preparing our envelopes to send out, I couldn’t help but think of the those who aren’t having a wonderful year. Those who lost dear loved ones. Those who lost jobs. Those who are homeless or orphaned. Those who are struggling with financial hardships. Those who are simply struggling with the stress the season sometimes brings. I am overwhelmed with compassion for all those struggling, for whatever the reason. Through the struggle in the valley, the victory on the mountain top, and everywhere in between, it is so important we remember to pause and include the source of all our joy, Jesus. This season is a reminder that life is all about Him, after all.
God speaks to each of us uniquely and creatively: directly to us in a sense, through someone or something around us, a memory, a vision, a song. The scenarios are limitless. I think it is important to take the limits off God and look for new ways He speaks to us each day. Sometimes hearing the way God spoke to someone else opens our minds to see how He wants to speak to us.
I’m finally chasing a dream to write a blog, 15 years in the making. You may wonder why it took me so long, and I could give you a litany of excuses. Instead, I will say, it was good for me to wait because I had to learn skills and lessons in order to get out of my own way and go on the journey I believe God has called me to travel.