I am not a gardener in the traditional sense. I enjoy container gardens. They are controllable, and easy, as long as I remember to water them, but I learned to pick plants that rebound. In my mind I keep getting tripped up that I need to be good at vegetable gardens and big flower beds, but I am not.
Choosing life and refreshment for my soul means being okay with that. By not going down the path of being something I am not, it allows me time for the things I am. I am connecter of people and ideas. I like to experience things, and spend time exploring. I love nature, especially as I practice resurrection through walks. I do not need to be anything other than God made me. Choosing life thoughts and releasing false guilt.
This year God sent me a young friend who loves gardening and needed a plot of land. She is enjoying the space that had become my shame. I am thankful that her placemaking involves adding beauty through gardening. God knew how to help me redeem that space on the earth and in my heart. New life in hard spaces…
Inkblot Life 