Planting a garden on my porch will always be one of the best decisions of my 20s. It has led to such profound reawakening of joy, hope, and anticipation. God has shown me such love + treasure through the small garden I began a few years ago. As my porch garden expanded so did the whole of my heart and soul. Life escapes where we cannot imagine it ever will.
And, for now, this poem is the best I can do to describe it.
The last few years have shown me you don’t have to be out of the crushing, exhausting wait to be deeply planted in truest kind of joy. Joy stays long after you receive what you long for.
And that’s the best part.
God interweaves miracles into our decades no matter how painful they turn out to be. Life with Him is life itself.
As the garden grows, so do I. It’s all so much better than I could have dreamed up on my own. Pain doesn’t get the final say. God does. He writes good stories. I’m still in the midst of mine, but here’s part of the journey,