Saturday, June 18, 2011
How Does Your Garden Grow
I can stand leaning on the fence staring at the garden for a good, long time. I like good, long times. We don't get enough of those these days. I'm stunned by this growth in the same way I'm stunned by Nora. How good, how necessary: something I had my hand in, but something that is not me. I can tend them and nurture them and love them, but I have no way of making Nora or the seed grow into anything other than what they were made to be: beautiful, other, difficult, challenging, not-me. And, oh, how I give thanks for the chance to love this much, where I am pulled out of my own small life into living. Each day, I am learning something God wants me to know even when, especially when, it takes me a good, long time to understand it.