Several years ago, we left city life and moved our family to the middle of nowhere. Needless to say, our pace of life changed drastically. I didn’t realize it at the time, but my heart was longing for it.
As we ventured into country living, I was introduced to the world of gardening. Initially, I thought a small garden would be a nice hobby or the means to supplement our food budget. Little did I know that God would begin to use my garden as a sacred place for Him to speak to me on my soul's journey toward healing.
I know I'm not the only one who thought God only spoke in church services or in prayer closets. It's a ridiculous notion that God could be contained to small buildings or storage spaces. I have found that God speaks best in the midst of His creation. The key is to quiet ourselves long enough to hear Him.
I had no intention of sharing the lessons God had taken me through with with anyone other then a few close friends. Those I shared with, were deeply touched and would often ask if I had plans to write. One friend in particular, became rather insistent that I take the risk and share it with the world - in a blog! (Snicker) -- As if the world needs another blog! It didn't take long for me to become aware that God wasn't going to leave me alone about it either!
So here I am - making mistakes, celebrating successes, and growing up in God while living to tell the tale. I hope you enjoy the journey as I laugh and stumble through the world of gardening, allowing God to cultivate the soil of my heart.