Growing Grass

Sunday evening as the sun was setting over the tree line, Bestie and I were out in our yard doing some fine tuning to what has become a MAJOR undertaking. Our yard. All brand new. Complete makeover. My muscles ache just thinking about it. The hours, the effort, the sweat, the dirt. If you asked me right this very second if I thought it was going to take this much commitment, if I thought it would be such a gigantic endeavor, I would’ve said “No.” Hahaha! Silly girl. In that moment, with my favorite person by my side I plopped on the freshly mowed carpet of St. Augustine and ushered him to plop as well. I’m pretty sure I saw him roll his eyes at the idea, but then heard a sigh as he leaned over and kissed me on the temple. We were both witnessing God’s glory. It wasn’t a formal celebration. There were no dancing animals. The soundtrack of the wind and leaves blowing reminded me of this:

Luke 12:23 “For life is more than food, and your body more than clothing. 24Look at the ravens. They don’t plant or harvest or store food in barns, for God feeds them. And you are far more valuable to him than any birds! 25Can all your worries add a single moment to your life? 26And if worry can’t accomplish a little thing like that, what’s the use of worrying over bigger things?

27“Look at the lilies and how they grow. They don’t work or make their clothing, yet Solomon in all his glory was not dressed as beautifully as they are. 28And if God cares so wonderfully for flowers that are here today and thrown into the fire tomorrow, he will certainly care for you. Why do you have so little faith? 29“And don’t be concerned about what to eat and what to drink. Don’t worry about such things. 30These things dominate the thoughts of unbelievers all over the world, but your Father already knows your needs.

In that moment, I was reminded of what we both already know to be truth. God has got this. I shall not worry, I shall not want. I shall not be weary. Go searching for Him. You’ll find Him every time. Jehovah Jireh, My Provider.

My heart fluttered as we sat watching the bees buzzing around our newly planted purple orchid tree. We sat for a good ten minutes, taking joy in the beauty of all God’s creation. The colors of hibiscus, the scent of gardenias, the texture of palms. All Him, all His voice. If nothing else, in that moment I knew that we were in His Whisper.

Bloom where you are planted.