Status report: my garden is semi-surviving despite this June’s horrid hot/dry spell. Here in Missouri it appears the wheat is getting in okay, but I’m concerned for the corn if we don’t get some rain soon. If y’all have a few spare thunderclouds, you might send them our way. Just keep the twisters.
Is that too much to ask?
Even though my garden is surviving the shock, I’m not sure my husband will when he gets the city water bill…it should come any day now. Actually, he knows the score and is more than supportive with my gardening habit hobby. With all the musical instruments and classic comic books and thin, round pieces of plastic “art” (he prefers the more expensive blu-ray to the less esteemed DVD…), I suppose we’re even-steven. At least he can eat my time-well-spent.
So look what I found this morning on my watering rounds! YIKES! When did THAT happen? Obviously, it had been “happening” for a while, and with all my watering and feeding and weeding and fretting, I wasn’t even aware of it, nor even looking for it! How cool is that?!
(I’m such a non-gardener…)
Sometimes I think it’s a challenge to keep doing what needs to be done, day in and day out, especially when what needs to be done is THE SAME THING every day.
Do the laundry.
Buy the groceries.
Let the dog out.
Let the dog in.
Feed the kids.
Wash the kids.
Pray with the kids.
And for many of us, that’s AFTER “working” all day at the office.
Like a Dr. James Dobson once wrote, parenting isn’t for cowards. Of course it’s not just parenting. Any vision/dream/hope has to be foolishly tenacious enough to push through the boredom and mundane. And blood, sweat, and tears is more than a rock band. (Dating myself again.) Ever felt like the old Habakkuk?
“How long, O Lord,…?”
I remember specifically asking God that question during a particularly trying time in my life (one of several, of course), and the very clear answer was, “As long as it takes.”
“Patient endurance is what you need now, so that you will continue to do God’s will. Then you will receive all that he has promised.”
The kids grow up, and you hear your adult daughter say on the phone,
“I’m hearing you come out of my mouth!” or,
“Now I understand when you…” or,
“Thank you for not letting me…”
When did THAT happen?! No matter, for that fruit tastes soOOOoo sweet.
Habakkuk 1:2; Hebrews 10:36; Holy Bible, New Living Translation, copyright © 1996, 2004, 2015 by Tyndale House Foundation. Used by permission of Tyndale House Publishers Inc., Carol Stream, Illinois 60188. All rights reserved.