Showing posts with label devotion. Show all posts
Showing posts with label devotion. Show all posts

Sunday, June 10, 2012

Two Are Better Than One

Ecclesiastes 4:9-10 NIV

 Two are better than one,
because they have a good return for their labor:
If either of them falls down,
one can help the other up.


Truer words were never spoken! I especially felt this today as I dove into my weekend garden project. We have a salt water pool and there's a run off area filled with salty mud where nothing will grow. After a lazy afternoon perusing gardening magazines, I envisioned a graveled area with a planter in the middle filled with flowering vines that would grow up the fence and draping plants that would cascade over the planter. I shared my vision with my husband, Randy, and he gave me a few suggestions to consider, but it was my project to do.
Salty, muddy area to be fixed up.



After a couple of weeks of family obligations and a short beach vacation, we finally faced a free weekend. Randy had plans to run an irrigation hose around the pool deck to each of our blueberry bushes and the herb garden. He also needed to put a new pump into the fish pond and clean out some of the decaying muck that coated the bottom of it. As he explained the process of getting his tasks done, he saw my eyes slide over to my project area. He ambled over and verbally walked me through the steps that would need to be done to make my vision come to life. First, dig out the muck around the border to sink bricks low enough so he could get over them with the mower. Second, rake the area to remove the random grass that still clung to life in the salty mess. Third, place the large planter I'd dug out of the bushes next to the fence, and cut some chicken wire to cover the gigantic hole that the previous owners had put in it and dig holes to sink two flower pots in front of the large planter. Fourth, take any excess mud and debris out behind the back fence and dump it. Fifth, dig up stepping stones from behind the fence and place them where I wanted them. Sixth, scoop up gravel from behind the fence (are you wondering what else the area behind the fence harbors?) and spread it out around the stepping stones. Seventh, fill the pots with pine needles, mulch, and potting soil. Eighth, place the new plants where I wanted them, and fill the pots with soil. Ninth, water down the area and step on the gravel and stones to set them in place. Tenth, clean up and put the tools back where they belonged.

Are you laughing yet? I'd honestly thought I'd just head to Lowe's and pick out a nice planter, some plants, some dirt, and a bag of gravel. Then, I figured, I'd come home and put it all into place. The whole project, in my mind's eye, would only take a couple of hours tops. Oh, how naive I was.

I was eager to get started, so I went ahead and got the large planter into place on Saturday night. I grabbed my garden gloves and some tin snips that Randy got me and snipped away until I'd fit the wire over that huge hole. I was very pleased we wouldn't have the expense of buying a planter, so even though it was tough to cut the wire, I figured every snip was saving me big bucks. On Sunday, Randy and I set out for Lowe's at ten. Two bags of potting soil, five sprinkler heads, and six plants later, we were on our way back home again. By 11:30, we were ready to dive into our separate projects.

Randy headed off to work on his irrigation system and I walked over to find an array of tools he'd set out for me next to my project spot. Oh, yeah...tools. Good thinking, Randy! Happily, I dug right into the mud and removed brick sized chunks, sinking bricks along the way. My gusto lasted about four bricks. By the time I finished sinking all of the bricks, perhaps twenty four or so, my head was pounding, I was sweating buckets, and I couldn't catch my breath. I'm obviously not used to physical labor! Seeing that I was done with my first task, Randy walked over and gave his approval. I expected him to move on back to finish the pond, but instead he grabbed a rake and smoothed out the area while I took a break to catch my breath. After he finished and returned to the pond, I dug two holes to sink the little planters. When I finished, Randy was ready with the wheel barrow to dump the muddy mess I'd dug out and haul back some stepping stones. I gratefully trailed behind him with the shovel. It's a good thing he decided to help me out because digging up the stones, hauling them to the site, digging up shovelfuls of gravel, hauling them to the site and then going back for three more loads would have taken me hours and hours over the course of several days. It was way more hard work than I'd bargained for! We set the stones into place, then he dumped in the gravel while I pushed it around into place. Finally, he brought me some pine needles while I grabbed the bag of mulch, and we filled the big pot. He dumped in potting soil, I placed the plants. We repeated the process until all of the pots were full of plants. Then, he tested his irrigation system to be sure everything would get a good watering as needed.

Randy took a much needed dunk in the pool as I went inside to fix our lunch. Unbelievably, the entire process had only taken two hours. Thank you, dear God, for Randy. Thank you for his helping hands. Thank you for his support of my vision.

If I'd worked at it over the course of a week, I probably could have accomplished my goals on my own. How much nicer and effective to have two of us working toward the same goal. My heart is full today. Two really are better than one!

Our finished weekend garden project!

Sunday, June 3, 2012

On Being Still and Mastering Chickens

"God is within her, she will not fall; God will help her at break of day." Psalm 46:5

Stillness is difficult for me. Even when I'm sitting down "resting" at home, I'm grading papers (I teach 3rd grade), watching Food Network or the Cooking Channel, playing Bejeweled Blitz, buzzing through Pinterest, or blogging. My mind is slowing down as I swiftly approach fifty, but it's still busy, busy, busy. I'm always thinking ahead to what's coming next in my life whether it's personal, family, household, or work. My mind spins with worry.

This past week, we helped our recently graduated daughter move to Colorado. We currently live in Louisiana. Our family lives fourteen hours away in Florida and now our girl is living eighteen hours away in the opposite direction from the rest of our world. I have a mental image of myself being stretched like the little wrestler man I gave my husband as a joke one time. This little guy was made of the most pliable rubber imaginable and you could stretch his arms an amazing distance without breaking him. Only in my mind's eye, I see myself tearing right down the middle. How in the world can I possibly keep up with my son, my parents, and my inlaws in Tampa and with my daughter clear on the other side of the country?

This thought didn't occur to me until we were facing the eighteen hour return trip from Colorado to Louisiana yesterday. When it hit me, it felt like a ton of bricks. Though it was early (5:30 a.m.), my mind hit full alert head on and my body quickly followed - my heart pounded, my gut spasmed, and I found myself fighting tears that I really didn't want to have to defend to my husband who seemed to be dealing with none of these things as the mountains faded into the distance behind us. We were leaving our twenty-two year old daughter (and her wonderful boyfriend) to fend for themselves in a city they'd only visited once. We wouldn't be able to reach them quickly in an emergency. We couldn't run over and help them fix something, or move something, or take chicken soup over if they were to get sick. We were being rendered helpless as parents.

And that's when God stepped in. "Be still." I swear that's what the voice in my head said. I rolled my eyes. I was belted into a Dodge Ram barreling down the highway at 70 mph. What choice did I have? "Be still." I sighed. Oh. That kind of still. Mentally still. Worry still. Trusting still.

That's really hard for me. Did I already mention that? Really, really hard. But I gave it a try. It didn't work at first. So I prayed for her. I prayed for our safe journey home. I prayed for her some more. Then, I ran out of words. Finally. My thoughts fell silent and I let the Holy Spirit take over where I left off. I didn't know what else to pray, but I knew He knew.

Okay, that lasted for all of five minutes. But when that five minutes was up, my mind didn't go back and pick up the worry thread I'd left dangling. Instead, a timely phone call from my husband's friend in West Virginia got us thinking about chickens. Next thing I knew, I was on my iPad knee deep in all things chicken - types, purposes, coop varieties, egg colors, and on and on and on. My mind was whirling again, but it was a productive whirl. Where would we put the coop? What kind of chickens would we get? How was I going to raise chickens without violating my cardinal rule of not making friends with the food?

"God is within her, she will not fall; God will help her at break of day." Psalm 46:5 wasn't revealed to me until today when I researched what God meant when he said, "Be still." I understand now that I'm to be still in the face of danger, in uncertain times, in calamity, or simply in the midst of change that I can't control. "Be still and know that I am God." God is in control. He doesn't need my worry. He doesn't need my suggestions. He doesn't need my ineffective busyness. He needs for me to be still and let Him be who He is - the Heavenly Father of my daughter, whom he loves very much.

My heartbeat is calm again. My gut has ceased its spasms. I no longer see myself ripped in half, stretched from Florida to Colorado. I am, however, not quite the master of "still." I'm working on becoming the master of chickens...Rhode Island Reds to be exact. Their poo is supposed to be amazing fertilizer for gardens, and that's where I'm working on my faith right now. It's perfect!

Now...which type of coop is the best to keep out dachshunds, cats, coyotes, and hawks? Where's the best place to put them in the yard? Is there a local provider or should we mail order? Chicks or pullets?

Yep. There it goes. Can you hear the whirrrrrrr of my mental gears turning?

By the way, the girl is just fine. She's feathering her first little nest and is having a ball doing so. She's even been on a picnic with her boyfriend and their dog. Does it sound like she's worried? Not at all. Does it make sense for me to worry myself sick for her? Not at all.

Isn't God amazing?

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Chicken Coops, Rhode Island Reds, and a great site: Backyard Chickens!

http://www.backyardchickens.com/

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