Finding Ourselves in Unexpected Ministry
After putting my girls to bed, after our youngest’s birthday dinner was celebrated, after the living room was obliterated with gift wrap, I snuck away into the garden. With summer inching away, the sun setting earlier making the after bedtime watering, weeding, deadheading more difficult.
As I stood there in my garden, I was reflecting on how I got here, in this spot, watering a flower garden, when just a year prior I was only interested in my vegetable garden. How did I grow to love these star-like sunset speckled dahlias, or the towering tissue-paper hollyhocks? When did I begin looking for flower gardening books instead of cookbooks? Have I replaced this with my love of cooking? I felt rather aghast to think I could ever replace time in the kitchen with time out here in this garden, flower garden no less. (Read more at Grace Table)
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