Welcome to my Wednesday feature God is So Good. Here I will share stories - true and fiction, mine and others' - of the Lord's presence in the midst of trials, struggles, and difficulties.
I'm sharing some fiction with you today. I wrote this piece a little over three years ago for the FaithWriters Writing Challenge (which I REALLY want to start entering - at least occasionally - again). I hope it reminds you of the blessings to come.In this world you will have trouble. But take heart! I have overcome the world. John 16:33b
My Garden
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Looking at the wispy white clouds against the sky, I am reminded of my
garden of long ago. As I glance out over the horizon, I smile, recalling
the lush, colorful foliage, the beautiful and diverse animals, and,
yes, the deep blue of the firmament. Clouds were scarce, but the
peppering of them in assorted places made the blue seem that much
brighter, that much deeper. The loveliness and peace of that place was
nearly unrivaled.
It was perfect.
I sigh, focusing on what is before me here rather than my recollections. The ground beneath my feet is a reddish-brown and feels rough, a complete contrast to the lush green carpet of the floor of my garden. The plants here are sparse, and many have thorns.
I approach a small patch of poppies. I inhale the scent (it is quite lovely), but it is the petals that grab my attention. Though their edges are generally smooth, I notice irregularly-shaped holes in each one, made, no doubt, by a hungry insect or two. They are still beautiful, but not perfect.
I run my tongue over my front teeth and look up again. In the distance, I see another cloud, larger and darker than the others. Clearly a rain cloud. It appears to be heading this way. Soon, the sky will darken, the red-brown dirt beneath my feet will turn to mud, and these beautiful, but imperfect, flowers will be weighed down by the falling rain.
Yet, I remind myself, the rain will also bring refreshment to the people, a touch of color to some of this drab land, and continued life to all who need it.
I grin and look, not toward the sky, but down the path I am walking on: the road to the temple, just within my sight.
Yes, it will get worse before it gets better. Much worse, in fact. But, it will get better. Better, even, than My garden.
Of this I am certain. For that is why I have come. That is why My Father sent me.
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It was perfect.
I sigh, focusing on what is before me here rather than my recollections. The ground beneath my feet is a reddish-brown and feels rough, a complete contrast to the lush green carpet of the floor of my garden. The plants here are sparse, and many have thorns.
I approach a small patch of poppies. I inhale the scent (it is quite lovely), but it is the petals that grab my attention. Though their edges are generally smooth, I notice irregularly-shaped holes in each one, made, no doubt, by a hungry insect or two. They are still beautiful, but not perfect.
I run my tongue over my front teeth and look up again. In the distance, I see another cloud, larger and darker than the others. Clearly a rain cloud. It appears to be heading this way. Soon, the sky will darken, the red-brown dirt beneath my feet will turn to mud, and these beautiful, but imperfect, flowers will be weighed down by the falling rain.
Yet, I remind myself, the rain will also bring refreshment to the people, a touch of color to some of this drab land, and continued life to all who need it.
I grin and look, not toward the sky, but down the path I am walking on: the road to the temple, just within my sight.
Yes, it will get worse before it gets better. Much worse, in fact. But, it will get better. Better, even, than My garden.
Of this I am certain. For that is why I have come. That is why My Father sent me.
*
The creation waits in eager expectation for the sons of God to be
revealed. For the creation was subjected to frustration, not by its own
choice, but by the will of the one who subjected it, in hope that the
creation itself will be liberated from its bondage to decay and brought
into the glorious freedom of the children of God. Romans 8:19-21 NIV
It WILL get better. We must never forget. God will make it so. He is SO good!
Do you have a story you'd like to share about God's goodness in your struggles? Drop me an email and we can talk!
Traveling Rough Roads With God's Strength
Looks like we're on the same page with the Lord today! Beautiful post! You always inspire and encourage!
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ReplyDeleteA Truly lovely post Joanne! Thanks for sharing!
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