Ride the Ride….. Then Go To The Garden

It’s December 3rd. One year, one month, 18 days, 3 hours and a few minutes since the flood….but who is counting?!!! 🙂

I am finally coming up for air……………… THANK GOODNESS!!!!!! It’s been an interesting ride, to say the least. I am happy to say that this ride is almost over. We should be in our own new home in about a month. The end of the ride is in sight…..

Life is full of rides.

My chaotic, murky, muddy mess-of-a-ride is no different than many of the rides others experience…..my experience just happened to be very public. I still receive the ‘ol “That was YOUR HOUSE??? We were wondering who lived there. We drove by after the flood……” Lots of people drove by. And the newspaper. And the evening news. I often joke around about it. “No, I don’t have a belt. Remember? I lost everything in a flood.” Secretly though, I just want the ride to just be over. I don’t want to talk about it, and I definately don’t want every thought to be consumed by such a life-altering event.

That’s when I go to the garden…..

It’s interesting to me that in all that was lost, the gardens remained. Actually, they had never looked better!! God’s little reminder that stuff is just stuff. What really matters is the time spent nurturing my soul. Being at peace with what God gives…..and what God takes away.

This morning, I am grateful for those moments I spend in my garden. I might even go back to the flooded house today for a little bulb-hunting.

Ride the ride, my friends…..but always come up for air and breathe in the fresh aroma of the garden you’ve planted. God only gives what He knows we can handle. Every ride has a purpose, and truly “All things will work together for good for those who love the Lord.” I am certainly not saying all things are good, but all things will *somehow* work for good. That’s the mystery and goodness of the Lord. In the garden, I am quiet. I hear God’s voice quietly knudge my spirit and give rest and peace to my weary soul…..that’s why you will usually find me in the garden with dirt on my hands. God is good all the time….even on rides we don’t want to be on.

Happy Gardening, my flower friends.