Dead Things

Garden Lullaby, July 30, 2018

I spent Sunday evening pulling the dead things out of my porch garden. I tossed things that may prohibit the richness of life. My hands were gentle, but they were purposeful. I think I am like this basket…God keeps gently pulling out what’s already dead and lifeless so that I can be restored and rejoice in Him again. It feels painful, because it IS painful, but it also makes way for life.

And for the deep things which are hard and cannot be pulled from my flower pot no matter how often I go surrendered and confident to God’s throne, I rest in James 5:11, “Behold we consider those blessed who remain steadfast. You have heard of the steadfastness of Job, and you have seen the purpose of the Lord, how the Lord is compassionate and merciful.”

Job didn’t get it either, but that didn’t change the compassion and mercy of God. That didn’t change how Job would be restored in His relationship with God before ever seeing earthly relief and blessing. God’s purpose for me is not vain and will not cause me shame. I kneel down! I stand tall! I rejoice!

Be bold here, because it is here God makes beauty, it is here He will restore you. And sometimes all that happens here is the biggest miracle of all…surpassing any blessing, any gift!


Fall Apart Loudly, poem

Mirage, poem from Hope Gives a Eulogy

No Children, No Hesitation, poem

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