These weekend features are to remind us of all of the INGs of life. The Doing. The Nothing. The Speaking (of the Holy Spirit). The Listening (of our hearts). As you read about the wanderings of my heart this week, consider recounting the journey of your own.
As summer solstice nears, we’ve happily arrived at the time of year where daylight hangs around all night long. After living with just a few hours of light in the days surrounding winter solstice, summertime is ever-so-welcome. Summer also brings a new occupation for Jeremy, who can be found out in the garden any day rain isn’t watering the ground so he doesn’t have to.
I love to see this side of him come alive in the spring as seed packets begin to accumulate on his nightstand and garden plans are drawn up in pencil on graph paper. It makes our life seem so simple and disconnected from the crazy that can sometimes encapsulate the world in the 21st century. He continues to tend, water, and weed on repeat until the fall leaves begin their descent, making a winter home on our raised beds. I love this about him. So committed, so patient.
Each time I see my husband out in his element, I can’t help but think of the Master Gardener — watching over His creation. It’s a beautiful picture. He cares for us, feeds us (with the Word and physical nourishment), and helps us pluck those pesky weeds.
It also reminds me that I need to be tending my own garden — making sure my soul is watered, letting the good stuff grow in me while not giving in to the desire to weed every carrot patch but my own.
This weekend, I pray our soul-gardens are nourished, soaking up the rain of grace from Heaven.
Until next time…