Sometimes God speaks loud like the roar of an engine or the booming of thunder and I’ve heard people tell stories about how this Big Voice changed everything for them in an instant. I’ve heard God speak, but not in this loud voice. Whenever He comes calling on me, it’s usually in the garden.
My flowers have been neglected lately and any voice that might be heard could get tangled up and lost in the weeds. There have been too many books and end-of-the-year projects and the irises bloomed and waned before I could smooth the soil out from around their tubers.
So when a free morning comes, I load up the new red wheelbarrow and head into the weeds for some Holy conversation. The day slips by unnoticed and gradually the earth begins to look like it can breathe again. I work until my fingers bleed, until I can hardly stand up and I understand Adam’s curse but I am catching a glimpse of Eden too and I am happy.
I uncover secrets with my hands and watch as my garden carries out God’s plan. I have forgotten what I was made for—I have tried to fill that hungering ache with all the wrong things…fooled myself into thinking it’s about books and end-of-the-year projects and laundry. I’ve tried to be god of my own little world.
I have forgotten what I was made for, but the flower never does.
She holds her secrets in closed up petals—clasped tight like prayers. Until the appointed time. And then she opens to great applause.
I mostly listen. But the conversation is good.
How do you embrace the God-joy? Every Monday I’ll be sharing one of my Playdates with God. I would love to hear about yours. It can be anything: outside, quiet time. Maybe it’s solitary. Maybe it’s loud and crowded. Just find Him. Be with Him. Grab my button at the bottom of the page and join us:
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