Today was one of those, don’t blink kind of days. The kind where one thing leads to the next and before you know it, it’s dinner time and you aren’t sure how you got there. The type of day where you’re left wondering where the beauty is in it all.
That’s when I found it.
In 90 minutes of time that came to me as an unexpected gift.
I finished at work earlier than usual which allowed me to come home before we would be back in the car and headed off again.
My first desire was to take the opportunity to do nothing. To my dismay, I soon remembered my outside plants that often have to go without a drink on Thursdays. I hustled out to water as many as I could in the time given me.
While I love to spend time in the yard it felt like a chore tonight and all I could see was the dust, the bald spots where the grass was just a memory and the weeds that I had neglected in the rush of my week.
I had eyes focused on the ugly. Eyes focused through the dim lenses of complaint.
As water began to pool around the hydrangea my heart began to soften. The delicate cream flowers are beginning to give way to their late summer wardrobe change. I caught the slightest blush of pink as the stress of the day began to fall away.
The next thing I knew I was watching water bead up on the hosta leaves like merry little gems that hopped and skipped to the center of the plant and I began to imagine what a giant this new garden beauty would be the next time spring comes around.
I grinned as I went from plant to plant. Gratitude replaced weariness as I found hidden strawberries ripe and ready under tattered leaves. Dahlia blooms tilted their heads back as if to laugh with the sun as I made my way among them; snapping pictures as I went.
The weeds are abundant. The grass is long dead. This is not a scene from any respectable gardening magazine, yet the beauty and the joy overcame me as I began to recognize the hand of my Lord in it all.
Not only in the color and graceful beauty of His creation but in the tender keeping of my heart.
As I write this tonight I found my way to Psalm 107:8-9
Let them thank the Lord for His steadfast love, for His wondrous works to the children of man! For He satisfies the longing soul, and the hungry soul He fills with good things.
There, in the hurry and routine of my day, He quietly called me to be aware of His presence, filled by His Spirit and tended by His mercies.
There among the weeds I found the scattered blooms of hope.