Prelude to a Garden – Part 1

July 12, 2017 18d Comments

My name is Aimee and I’m a recovering “city-girl.”

Honestly, it’s hilarious to think about now.  Who would have thought that Aimee would have enjoyed gardening?  Seriously.  I have a strong history of killing house plants! The last house plant to suffer its cruel fate was an Aloe Vera plant given to me as a gift.  Do you know how hard it is to kill an Aloe Vera plant??

Hard.

When we moved out to the “boonies,” our pace of life changed drastically.  I didn’t realize it at the time, but my heart needed it.  Before we moved, we were constantly on the go.  There was never a dull moment.  School, ballet, play dates, couponing, friends, and ministry.  If there was space in our calendar, I’d fill it.  I’m not sure where this drivenness came from, but deep inside, I felt restless.  My heart was searching for answers to deep seeded questions I couldn’t even articulate.  The only answer was: try harder.

To say that our move was an adjustment, is a bit of an understatement.  Those first few months felt like a detox from the busyness.  At that time, it was a mixed bag of emotions. On one hand, I felt lonely.  There was no “dropping by” when it came to friends or a “quick run” to the store.  For this free spirit, it was a wake-up call to the necessity of intention and planning.  On the other hand, it was like I could breathe for the first time, as the expectations I created slowly began to fall away.

I remember those first few days well.  My restless heart took me wandering through our new community.  Up the street, I noticed a sign in front of a nearby house.  It said, “For Sale: Eggs.” Farm eggs?  Had I ever had “farm eggs?”  I had some time.  In fact, I had a lot of time now.  Why not?  I put on my brave face and pulled into the driveway.  Little did I know that this brief stop would become one of many visits in the months to come.  The woman who lived there would bring a new perspective to my life that I had never truly understood or appreciated.

But this didn’t surprise God. He was up to something…

 

18 thoughts on “Prelude to a Garden – Part 1”

  1. This is awesome! So excited to continuing reading about how God is using you and your garden :). Awesomeness!!!

  2. Wow! I relate to your God escape so much. We have an old sailboat that is our piece of peace. There is nothing like hoping seeds will come up and turn into something… God knows what we need. So excited to read more!!!

    1. Debynie – A sail boat? That sounds heavenly! I’d love to see a picture of it. You know, beauty is healing. It’s so important for our souls to have time to catch up. Thank you so much for your support.

  3. Sooooooo good! I can’t wait to hear more, thanks for allowing us into your life, you’re vulnerability is inspiring! I can relate to the “city” girl feeling and just to adjusting to new things in general, I love how God’s plans unfold slowly but surely and they are always beautiful! God bless my friend, love you!

    1. Lyndsey – God is definitely has his eyes set on the Long Term side of our lives. Thank you for your kind words. I so appreciate yours and Bryan’s support. It means the world to me!

  4. Reading this was so amazing! My heart longs for the quiet country life. I look forward to reading more.

    1. Paula – thank you my friend! Let’s get that house sold and move to the country! LOL I’m looking forward to getting back to our group 😉

      1. From your mouth to God’s ear!!!.Yes yes lets get it sold! I am ready like yesterday! lol. but alas.. It’s going to take however long it takes . I trying to just trust that God has a plan and go with the flow. I miss our group too and have been toying with the idea of having it here at my house this Fall.. if we have not sold by then.

    1. Lynne – thank you so much!! I can’t tell you how grateful I am for your friendship. I miss you terribly!

  8. So cool to hear more details of your story!! Thank you for sharing – can’t wait to hear more.

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