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Ever wonder why some people seem to be floating through life and others stumble?



I wonder this, and seek to find ways to float instead of stumble. Maybe you would like to join me in this search.

Seeking a closer relationship with God seems to allow my life to float along a little easier.







Phillipians 4:5-6 tells us to reveal our gentleness outwardly, that God is near and that we should not be anxious about anything, but through prayer and petition, we should thankfully approach the Lord with our concerns.

As a high energy person, my anxiety can run high. I am constantly seeking ways to leave my concerns at the foot of the cross.



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Saturday, April 3, 2010

Hope Springs Eternal

Welcome to a new day.  I was clearing out some dead plants from my small garden spot this afternoon and it reminded me of a time long ago.  Did you know that the Vanderbuilt family had a separate property in NY for their vegetable garden?  Well, back in the early 1990's I was in a class at Dutchess Community College and one of our projects was to clear out part of that vegetable garden as a class assignment.  I have to tell you, it was hard work.  The interesting part was in the discovery.  I discovered that there was this HUGE garden near my house (really, it wasn't far from where I lived).  I discovered that gardening can be relaxing when you don't try to do it all at once.  I discovered that bugs do indeed like me very much.  I discovered that I don't like bugs very much (oh, I already knew that, but there were some new bugs to add to my list after that day).  I discovered that out of the ashes, life will find a way.  This was a science class. 

We worked very very hard for several days in a row (well, class days) at this garden site.  Evidently, it had been decades since this had been cleaned up, and they were working on a project to restore the garden.  There were actually plants still growing up through the tangled weeds.  It was amazing to me as I cleared the ground how roses could find a way to survive among all of this. 

This was really very eye opening for me at the time.  It made me wonder about the way Jesus talked about the chaff and the wheat and so many references to farming and nature and I had a better understanding after that class.  A strange place to bring extra understanding about God's word, I'll tell you.  Some of my classmates thought I was a bit excessive when I sat down in the middle of a patch of ground and just cried. 

I was just overwhelmed with the love that God has for us - that he would let weeds overtake the whole world so that when the wheat is mature, it can be identified.  I just so got that whole thing.  It just built up in me that day.  Working on that ground, where people had broken their back gardening - sowing seeds, nurturing seedlings, weeding and feeding, harvesting and serving from that ground hundreds of years earlier - it just hit me that the toil and sweat of those people still bore fruit so many years later.  The roses were alive.  There were some vegetable plants that had continued to grow.  There were herbs that were intact.  It was amazing.  And it was not all dead.  There were pieces still alive.  There was hope for the garden.

I thought about that today as I cut the dead pieces of the red sister and the bouganvelia and saw there was a bit of life left in some of the stems.  We had such a hard winter here in Orlando.  So much of our landscape suffered.  But my azaleas have never bloomed more beautifully.  My roses are teeming with beautiful green leaves.  (I cut them almost to the ground for the parts that froze)  I remembered today a piece of my life I had almost forgotten.  I still don't remember the name of that garden space, but I remember where it is and how much time I spent there digging, raking and loving the earth with my classmates.

On this eve of Easter, think a bit and muse a bit about the death of Jesus.  Buried in a cave with a stone large enough to roll in front of it as a door, angels attended and kept vigil.  But through that horrible death, there is hope for us.  The sacrifice of life was given so that we might live.  Wow.  My heart is heavy with the intensity of this truth.  At the same time, I live in the certain hope of the resurrection of our Lord!  Yes, we live in a world of paradox. 

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