At the end of summer, my thoughts run toward the vegetable gardens in my backyard. Harvesting, canning, munching freshly pulled carrots. But curiously, my thoughts are also turning to my flower gardens, much of which have been neglected this summer.
My front porch garden
Several years ago, after I had had surgery and was having a hard time recuperating, a dear friend almost single-handedly dug out my front porch garden (above). She mapped out a color plan, then accompanied me to the nursery to pick out flowers. Then she helped me plant.
Since then, my garden has grown, becoming a jungle at one point. I have divided plants and transplanted others to different parts of my yard, and still it keeps growing. This spring, I purchased a macro lens for my camera, and trotted out to my front porch garden to see its close-up version.
My eyes were amazed! Leaf edges, raindrops, bugs, individual unopened buds. Little things I never paid attention to, or even could pay attention to because they were so small.
My garden is a picture of what the Lord is doing in my life. Sometimes, I fight against the little things, not realizing that God has a bigger plan that I don't yet see. And sometimes, I'm concentrating so single-mindedly on the big-picture vision He has for me, that I don't see the beautiful details He is weaving into my life.
Each individual bud, each individual flower, woven into one beautiful garden. God the Designer, the Planter, the Transplanter, the Grower, the Harvester.
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captured by Christine Anne