Garden Lullaby, May 16, 2018
Your life is never going to be perfect. It will never be “just so.” It will be messy and different and beautiful and intricate. You won’t get the final say of your circumstances, but you will get the final say of your choices. And that’s a scary, freeing privilege.
The porch garden my husband and I are building is a vivid picture of my heart. It’s life being cultivated and cherished. It’s life spilling out of little corners and impossible places. It’s wild roots called possibility burrowed down for the chance to grow up. It’s knowing life is going to spring out of small beginnings and buried treasures. It’s loving the process and day-to-day admiration of something beautifully fragile and worth every bit of effort. . .
I choose life for myself, because God chose life for me and gives life to me, and ask this life to be lived out for Him and in Him and with Him. I choose hope. because He who made me IS hope. I choose cultivating a porch garden, because I have freedom to live fully in all corners of life I’m given.
The dreary weather made for some beautiful pictures. . .my heart represented in every one. God doing the impossible in me!
Choose life for yourself. Choose life for your people. Choose life because God wants life for you and wants you to live life (all in) for Him!
Who else knew a porch garden could be so profound?