Saving Christmas

Several years ago I penned and illustrated a little story in rhyme that I named, “Saving Christmas.” It’s the story of a young girl, Natalie, who had the worldly notion that Christmas was all about her. Then it tells how her heart was opened and softened by a brilliant star that shone into her bedroom window, whilst she lay across her bed, feeling so sorry for her pitiful, self-centred selfie-pooh. I called the story, “Saving Christmas” because Natalie’s change of heart gave Christmas true meaning to her, which, in turn blessed her family who had become fed up with her selfish ways. (I’ll try to put it somewhere on this blog…if I can figure out how to do it.)

But these days when I hear the words, “Saving Christmas,” echoing over and over in my spirit, they have new meaning, as more and more innovative effort is being put into trying to remove Christ from Christmas.These gymnastics would be laughable were they not such a sad commentary!But unforeseen? Not at all.

Those who are sustained by the fruit of “the tree of the knowledge of good and evil” will forever be trying to get rid of that Baby who defied, in every way, the earthly odds of His day, and grew up into the manifestation of Love that has changed and will continue to change everything for everyone who receives it. That things will be getting more and more perverse, before they get better, here on earth, is prophesied in Scripture. So we who read it really shouldn’t be surprised. But I, for one, will continue to share the true meaning of Christmas, not only during “the holidays,” but all year round.

Had that Baby not been born in a manger way back then, I know that I, personally, would be an entirely different person now. Maybe I wouldn’t even still be here…you never know. I did some crazy-stupid stuff in my “invincible” years. I was reckless, selfish, insecure, and unpredictable. But, deep down,I had a heart for God, He knew it, and that is why He met me where I was and rescued me, by revealing His Love for me through His dear Son. It happened by surprise…Remind me to tell you about it sometime.

Some of my subsequent changes were forthcoming. But I can honestly say that others are still happening and remain yet TO happen. I’m in His hands though, and it’s a position I can highly recommend. Why? Because He IS the Real Life that God created humans to live in the first place. The Real Thing. He IS “the Tree of Life,” itself. And that Life and Love simply changes everything. Everything! Is HE safe? Not at all! Can we trust Him with all we are and all we have? Absolutely!

To be loved unconditionally is what everyone on the planet desires, whether they realize it or not. Is it not totally amazing that we actually ARE loved unconditionally…by the One who created us and everything else that has life? Think of it! (Did you have a think?) Now think of this:That we are unconditionally loved by God is true, whether we choose to believe it or not. Many facts that we may not choose to believe actually ARE true, regardless of our opinions which do not change their reality one iota. This is one of those things. And it’s the most important one of all! Why? Because there really is no substitute for experiencing this unconditional love of the Father who gave is His beloved Son so that we actually COULD know this Love. There’s nothing even close to a substitute,though we try everything to fill the void…that God-shaped hole in the heart that begs to be filled with the comfort, peace, and whole love that God alone can provide. Why is it that only God can provide it? Because God actually IS that love, comfort, peace, joy, strength and wholeness. God is All in All. That’s what and who God IS!

And this is why the war against Christmas: because misery loves company, and we have an adversary who is most miserable! This enemy of our souls has been busily deceiving mankind from the get-go. Perish the thought that a man, woman or child could actually see clearly and have deep love, joy and peace everlasting! Quelle horreur! The anti-Light master of distractions is a subtle, insidious force that works behind the scenes in the battleground of the mind. This self-glorifying delusion would have Christ deleted entirely…were it possible. But it is most assuredly not possible! Jesus lived, He lives, and He shall live forever more, as Jeshua the Messiah, the human third of the Trinity. And He lives in the hearts of the centuries and centuries of people who have come to know Him as their Saviour: the Real and Eternal Life within them…(where the enemy of their souls has been deleted.)

So…while I may not be able to race around the world “saving Christmas,” I can surely proclaim the good news that Christmas has saved me. And all the trees and trimmings, stockings, surprises, candles, cookies and carols…all the feasts, fireplaces, plum pudding, and pies are pretty memory makers, but ultimately lacking in luster, substance, and dimension… without the rosy blush of the Love of the Christ Child.

May you know His Love more and more fully with every rising sun.
And may you share with your loved ones a truly joyous Christmas!

Clover and the FamiLea

Early in the Morning (a poem about the morning pages)

Early in the morning
Her ideas were preparing to arise
Gathering momentum from the dawn
Ready soon to spread across her skies

Early in the morning
Brewing like a tea of sleep steeped dreams
Her thoughts will gather strength enough to pour
Into the cup of day, bouquet and steam

Steam enough to waft
Her dream mist into lines of poetry
Lines that find expression by her hand
Out onto paper for the day to see

Later in the morning
She reads the morning paper to herself
The paper with some wisdom from her sleep
And rests it with the rest upon the shelf

Juggle Struggle: Creativity and the Mundane

Every morning I write my morning pages. At least I try to. I’ll put up a poem I wrote about these morning pages,once I’ve finished writing this.

Well, today I started a brand new book. Each book lasts anywhere from 1 to 3 months, depending on how much I write. Anyway, I’m always inspired when I start a brand new, little, blue world of clean, lined pages! So here’s my first entry in the new book:

“A new book is always a refreshment! I shall start out writing in it ever so neatly, and then it will devolve into hurriedly scribbled notes over these pages. But, Lord, they are merely a record of my relationship with You, as You influence, either more or less…(the choice is mine…) my everyday life. More and more You ARE my daily , my momently, life. And I find myself simply astounded, lately, that anyone can live without this intimate relationship with You! Yet most of the world’s people do. Please help me to share You with others in a manner and with a life that pleases You and is effective in producing, by Your power, Your desired results for all the folks You love so dearly. I’m fully aware that anything good that happens via me is solely because of You IN me. How grateful I am for You!

I think I lose my general balance when dealing with the stuff within me that I assume are Your giftings – the arts, the writing, the music, etc…If they are from you, then I should think/hope they would put me and others IN rather than OFF balance! So whassup wi dis, God?

Prying deeper I see that it’s when I strive to juggle/balance the creative stuff with the household, garden, business duties, etc… that I struggle so, and lose balance. I’ve been doing this juggle struggle for donkey years.” (Island folks call a very long time “donkey years” because donkey ears are so long! 😉 “It’s time for me to stop the carousel and hop off! I was going to call it a merry-go-round, but it’s NOT merry. It’s a struggle! And here’s the Thing, God…the rub: I have this inner guilt that doing the creative stuff is selfish. So if I’m wrong, You need to convince me better than you have in the past. I’d love to banish that skull and crossbones forever!

Now…If there IS some truth to it, as I suspect there is, then please help me to keep it in YOUR perspective, which will allow productivity in all areas without guilt. It is said that the enemy of our souls sprinkles a little dusting of truth into his deceptions so that we’ll buy them. I think that is the case with this. Surely there have been and are plenty of prima donas who DO live largely self-centred lives…all about “my art, my songs, my books, my plays,etc…” My, my my!”

(That’s why I’d like to change the headings on this blog that my darling daughter-in-love thoughtfully created when she made this for me. But I don’t know how to change em yet! Un-techy me.)

But back to the self centred thing: “What these folks mostly talk about is themselves, whom they apparently deem to be extra fascinating. So I know there really IS this danger.”

(Even in my writing this to share with others, I think to myself, “Who do I think I am to believe anyone would be even mildly interested in reading what I have to say?!? Li’l ole everyday lady, me. How egotistical!” But the thing is, I have a nagging suspicion that there’s a remote possibility that it might somehow be useful to someone. So I’m doing it.)

“For me, personally, there is also the danger of becoming reclusive, which I already am, according to some. Yet I greedily love my time with You, Lord, and in the garden, and with my famiLea and upstairs creating! And… I detest housework! Okay, thank You, You are already answering my question!” (This, My Friends, is why I write these morning pages, as they are essentially pages of prayer. And prayer is a 2-way conversation with God. As God answers me in my heart, I write it down. Then I have an ongoing record of His faithfulness! So here’s what God revealed to me:)

“The REAL truth is that when I am consciously WITH You, I actually love whatEVER I’m doing and whomEVER I’m with! It all flows by YOUR Spirit. It’s when I allow my thoughts (the passing traffic of things to be done or things that didn’t or aren’t going the way I think they should go) to over-ride the flow of your leading Spirit that the balance is lost. It’s like two different worlds or languages of thinking and being. And when the balance is lost, I am (trust me) no fun to be around! I return to being just an aging person with a lot of stuff to do that I don’t feel like doing. Lord, please deliver me from THAT version of myself! That exasperated, tired, discouraged, water-treading, futility-bound selfy self. Get her outta here, please. Continue to fill and refill me with Your joy which You have promised me is my true strength! THANK You for your faithfulness in always speaking to me and leading me with Your still, small voice. Help me to hear you more clearly, more frequently and more obediently. In Your name I pray. Amen”

See how GOOD God is? He urges us to ask and we will receive. He says that we don’t HAVE because we don’t ask, or we ask with skewed intention. He says to ASK Him so that our joy will be FULL to overflowing. For me, the value of the morning pages is exactly what happened today. If you don’t journal, I highly recommend it, but with one caution. I would suggest that it not become a venting venue, but a praying one. Write out your thoughts. Clear the air in your head and heart. But as you do so, keep yourself open for God to comfort and counsel you with His peace and wisdom and love. And record what you experience as He reveals it to your heart. Otherwise, your pages will be all about you..whom you know all about anyway!

Love,

Clover

Today’s Thought

Morning, Glories!

This is no new revelation at all but it just hit me in a different way this morning:

You know how the salvation of the spirit is immediate when we ask Christ in, but the sanctification of the soul is progressive as we renew our minds by washing them with the water of His Word and Truth. So we’re born into this fallen world system with essentially fallen selves until we receive New Life in Him, right? Right. Then we “work out our salvation” through the course of our lives, some more effectively than others, dependent upon a host of factors…no judgement made either now or in the hereafter. So… we have a grasp on spirit and on soul (mind, will, emotions,) but what of the body? Call me dense, but it occurred to me in a fresh way this morning (just now) that as our souls are thoroughly exposed to the deceits of this world system (under the governance of the sleeze,) we obviously must take the authority that LIVES within our spirits by the Holy Spirit to override the carnal, death-bound input. (Body and soul both = “Flesh” …until renewed, or when not actively in a state of being able to respond from a renewed position****.)

So what of the body? Well, Baby, as I look (remember: we walk by faith and not by sight!) at mine, best I can figure is that it’s in a sure nuff fallen state, subject to the physical laws that operate here and vulnerable to every little this and that that floats by…UNLESS/UNTIL I take authority over it with my renewed SOUL, which is being momently, (subject to my choice,) renewed by the Spirit within me. So, darling, fellow headstrong ones, here is where our strength of will can play a positive part spiritually! IF we REALLY line up our minds, wills, and emotions with the Truth of His Word and Spirit (who is the “Spirit of Truth,”) then we can APPLY that REAL and eternal Truth to these obviously fallen (in more ways than one ) bodies.

So I’m hobbling out to the garage this morning…not having jumped or stretched, not really having started the day out the way I’d like, and I get this intense snap! like an old-fashioned camera flashbulb flash that here I am walking around in a fallen body that doesn’t HAVE to be fallen. It’s like…what the hell (exactly!) is wrong with this picture? (This all goes with the herenow, not hereafter healing/resurrection idea I’ve been talking about…and that the glorified body maybe NOT being something completely saved up for the othah side of the big rivah. It goes with the walking through the wall thread too.) It all goes together with God’s Word. But the ridiculousness of the dichotomy of the Spirit of God dwelling in a fallen (essentially dying) body on an ongoing basis hit me like an uncovering of a huge deception. (“Pay no attention to that man behind the screen!”) A pulling open of the drapes. Okay, if we are reckoned dead with Christ, to be alive with Him, then are we? IF it is not I but HE who lives within me, then MY way needs to be dead and gone so HIS way has freedom to move in and through my life. My life. What is my life? Is my body included in my life? Of course! And it is, to one degree or another, being glorified even now if I choose to actively, consciously include it in the sanctification process….not just a hereafter thing.

So the main point, I guess, is that when we are hobbling along, mustering up our strength and stamina, bolstering our own willpower to forge forward, we might also be heeding the wrong truths. If so, we’re heeling to the wrong master! The Right Master not only wants us HEALED, but has made absolutely every provision for us to BE healed! It is way more than mind over matter. It is the synergy of our wills infused with His omnipotent Spirit of Truth over physical matter. But we have to take up the authority He’s given us and USE it. That’s where the walking through the wall happens. And you know, one day very soon that wall WILL be behind us and we won’t even know how we got on the other side! (It can happen many times in a day, but then we forget!)

I don’t think I carried this idea well (without spilling some) or said it the right way, but maybe there’s a nugget in there for you somehow.

Love,

me

Chicken Yard Surprise! -written 2/9/12

The following was written a few months ago. So much catching up to do! I’ll get the hang of blogging one of these days…Anyway, here’s what I wrote way back in February:

“…I shall write an update soon. It’s our busy time of year here. We have nine guests and lots going on! Here’s a short story about today:

We went up to feed the hens this morning, and there, eating with them, shoulder to shoulder, was a small, pink PIGGY! Dunno how she got in there, but we called our neighbor, Kelvin, who has pigs, thinking perhaps she had escaped He came up to have a look. Upon first glance, he informed us that she was a “water carrier,” pronounced locally, “Watah Carriah.” It’s the local word for a runty pig, like dear Wilbur of “Charlotte’s Web”….like Babe of “Babe.” Awe…..how SWEET! Noah, who is 17 and has Down Syndrome asked if she could “please sleep over tonight in the guest room. It is our new guest!” I said I didn’t THINK so.

David decided we didn’t need another pet right now. (We just got two lawn mowing sheep and a small fluffy dog who needed a home, and we have with us a girlfriend for our parrot. So that would make: 2 doges, 2 cats, 2 birds, 2 sheep, 13 hens, and no partridge in the pear tree.) My heart wanted the little pig..she wouldn’t eat so much or be much trouble… but Kelvin agreed to take her and not harm her. Noah was okay with having to bid the pig farewell…after he had introduced her to his nephews (3 and 4 years old,) who happened to arrive during Kelvin’s visit.

Now I’m feeling guilty. He won’t kill her. He promised. He says she’ll grow no bigger, so no plans for bacon from her now or later. He said he had a pig like her once who stayed very small, despite much feeding, and had eventually died of natural causes. I hope his other pigs are nice to her. Now I’m knowing I should have kept her. When Kelvin had arrived and I took him up to see her, she was all curled up in the hen house, looking like she felt quite at home. We clearly disturbed her pigsome peace.

Pigless in Paradise,

Clover

05/30/12 Sorrowful Update: I was RIGHT. I saw Kelvin in a shop about a week later and asked him how the piggy was. He shook his head and said, “Clover, I’m so sorry to say that she squeezed under the fence to get in with the big pigs and they KILLED her. I buried her.” Dreadful.

– Moral of the story: Always follow the little inside voice.

life with Noah – 05/30/12 note

I was recently asked to post a “Noah story” on an internet group I’ve been involved with for over 12 years. It’s a really fabulous group for families with “late talking” children. I usually share funny stories about Noah, because he often comes up with such witty comments and observations that are always somehow surprising in their depth and content. The following is one that more typifies life with Noah
than any other, and it’s one of the most humbling ingredients of his life that makes ours so blessed:

When David or I, individually, travel away from home, Noah sometimes likes to come into our room at night and read and fall asleep in our big bed with whichever one of us is still at home. It’s a kingsize bed and very comfy, so there’s loads of room. A few months ago, David was the one who was away, and Noah and I had actually fallen asleep watching movie after a long day.

The thing that happened was not a new thing. It’s actually very common with Noah. He’s always done it. But it hit me with such impact this time…like a message from God. Somewhere in the middle of the night I stirred and bumped into him. He opened his eyes and whispered, “I love you.”

This is what he always does. If I go into his room, as I did the other night, to turn his fan down a notch and cover him with a sheet, he said the same thing…in a whisper. He doesn’t fully awaken…just enough to open his eyes and say it. And I thought,” Wow, this is the thought that is in his head when he opens his eyes…when he first stirs from sleep! This is what comes out of his mouth before any mental editing equipment kicks into gear.” And I thought to myself,”Gee…is that the first thought in MY head when I awaken?” I can’t say that any particularly unloving thought would be in my mind upon first awakening. But are those words the first to get bumped out of my slumber into a first waking moment? Probably not! This is how Noah lives. And this is really how God is, for in His myriad ways, from sunrises to sunsets and then through the spectacular brilliance of shining stars He is always telling us the very same thing. Do we hear? Do we reciprocate? There in the predawn moments of innocent 1/2 sleep, our son, Noah, reminded me, without a moment’s forethought, of all that matters.

In the Cupboard

Yesterday I had a chore to do. It was a chore that I’ve been putting off for…well, for too long. You see, last fall, we remodeled half (yes, half) of our kitchen. It used to be a verandah years ago, and when it made the switch into a kitchen, it was done somewhat hastily. At least it was not done perfectly. All the walls did not meet up with the ceiling just so, the way they should have done, and there were little places where I could see the outside shining in through the walls lower down….where the cupboards were to be built.

So…this past September, we knocked the walls down in the office end of the kitchen, where I am now typing this story. And we redid the windows, doors, walls and ceiling to its now glorious state of sealed perfection…in the office end of the kitchen. The kitchen end of the kitchen, however, has yet to be done, as the dollars avail themselves. This brings you up to date.

So yesterday was the day I chose to “do” the kitchen cupboards. The reason I had to “do” them was a mouse problem. And now you know why I’d been putting it off. Here in the tropics, our house is very wide open to the outside. We want it that way! We made it that way. But those little holes in the walls of the kitchen where the light shines through have also been doorways, now and then, for…mice. And this would be the third time in 6 months that I’ve had to remove all contents of three cupboards and two drawers and sterilize them and the cupboards, etc… So who wants to do that…again, right? So here I was with my chin set stubbornly to the task. The day had arrived. I had the time, and I was going to DO it! I had decided that I would not get all grossed out by it, but would try my level best to apply the thing I wrote about last time: experiencing God’s presence and including Him in the job at hand. (After all, mice were His idea, one presumes.)

So there I was, was down on the floor, having cleared out the contents, and was busy vacuuming up the …leavings of the dear little creatures God made. And I was just being objective about it. Having realized by then that there were 2 cupboards that the mice did NOT go into, I began to wonder why. Hmmm…are there holes in the wall behind those doors? Yes, one or two. But the mice apparently did not like it in those two cupboards. Why? Hmmm…Let’s look closer. Okay. There is no place to hide in there. There are enough objects in there but they are neatly stacked, with no way to actually climb inside of them. No place to hide! So the thought arrived: “If the yucky cupboards weren’t so flaming mouse-friendly, the rodents wouldn’t hang out there, you know. They wouldn’t be interested in staying and setting up house.” Hmmm… hospitality stations for rodents. Yuck! I had my bees wax pots in there for refining the wax from my honey, for candle and soap making. And there were other bits and pieces. And in the other mouse condo I had Tupperware type plastics. I always start out by putting them all away religiously with their lids on tight, etc… And then, somehow, over time, I get in a hurry now and then and I end up flinging them in there any which way, and quickly slamming the door (with my foot, yet!) before they all fall out. (moral: keep less plastic stuff and throw away everything that has no lid and every lid that has no bottom. But this was no revelation. I come to that conclusion every time I clean that cabinet. And I DO throw away the parts without mates. Still…)

But here’ the real thing. I then got to thinking how my soul (my mind, will and emotions) might also be susceptible to a similar scenario. Surely there are areas in/habits of my being that could potentially be hospitality stations for ideas or feelings that are not God friendly. And if they’re not God friendly, then they’re not truly me friendly either, because God truly does know my heart inside and out, and knows not only what is best for me but what will delight me and bring me the most peace and make me able to truly love others, with His love, the best.

So…I am now, more than ever before, on the prowl, torch in hand, eyes narrowed, in search of those areas of laxness, weakness, or double-mindedness in myself where there might be little holes…just like the fence hole the agouties got through in Decemeber. See God can even use rodents to teach us, if we’re open to the possibility! And because of the creative classroom aspect of yesterday, the disgustingness of the situation was offset by the blessing of the experience. God is so cool!

Until next time,

Clover

Work or Play

A couple of people I know have said that they think that all of us Leas are workaholics. Well, maybe we don’t quite definitively separate work and play, but you see, this has its upside! The trick is to include God, in everything. That is the mystery that lets us enjoy whatever we’re doing, work or play. Not that I do this all the time. God knows full well that I don’t! But He also knows that this is my objective…It’s where I’m headed. Some days I get closer than others. And…this blurry line between work and play can work the other way too: Play can become creative…with purpose. Purposeful play! I LOVE it!

Of course, you say, there is a place for simply resting in the Lord, which is the intention for the Sabbath day. True! But I’m sure there is a way to rest in Him and His Love at all times, on all days. I’m just not there yet. When we’re yielded to God’s Spirit, then what we put our hands to seems less like work-work…because it is actually God’s Spirit within us that is accomplishing the “work!” We follow His lead. We lean on Him, we rest against His heart. “His strength is made perfect in our weakness.”

My favorite kind of day is the one that allows me to just follow His lead all day long, with no deadlines, no “bookends,” as I call them, no interruptions: Doing a bit of this and a bit of that, or perhaps a lot of one thing, but in Him and by His Spirit…as the Wind blows. So there’s actual enjoyment in the doing, rather than the drudgery of a task that “must be done.”

Now, I realize that this is probably more easily accomplished at my age and stage of life than it is for a young mother, for instance, with her hands so very full. Still, the principle can be applied and some wonderful peace gained by its practical application – even if only in small increments.

Will it really work? Well, God is not more faithful to one person than to another. God is completely faithful and true to His Word, the Truth, Love, Wisdom, Mercy and Power that defines Him. So what makes the difference between one who grows in faith and prospers in these character traits and one who doesn’t? The answer is simple: The USE of them! It’s the Law of Use. What I use will, like a muscle, become developed and stronger. If I don’t use it, it will atrophy. Does this mean it’s no longer my muscle, created to be used? Of course not! But I have to be the one who uses it. So God gives us His Word, Faith, Love, Mercy, Truth, Wisdom and Power. He plants it all within us when we receive His Life to fill that gnawing, hungry void within. We must make that initial choice to receive His Life, made available to us through His Son.: Right Choice #1.

Then, our whole lives long, we build together, with Him, His track record in our lives. Every choice toward His way lengthens and fills the track. Every choice toward our self way opens the options of detour. Sometimes the detours lead us into a labyrinth of detours that completely distract us from His higher ways which He knows will truly bring peace and delight to our innermost hearts.Yet, if we allow Him to, even then He lovingly leads us back to where we went off the track and sets us down, headed in the right(eous) direction once more. I speak from experience! I’ve personally tested God’s mercy and patience and love soooooo many times! And each time I’ve been just amazed at how He, so impeccably faithfully, meets me where I am – in my misadventure – and sets me straight in Love.

We people are not nearly as likely to act this forgiving and merciful way with our loved ones. We get confused. We see them somehow as reflections or extensions of ourselves. We take their shortcomings personally. We might react in unloving ways, at least for a time,until we realize once again the futility of unloving ways.

But God never responds in unloving ways. Not even in disappointment! His patience is extreme to the end of infinity, as are all of the qualities of this great I AM. And…to this eternal I AM we sometimes say, “No thanks.”?!?!?(Don’t say you don’t. We all do. “All saints have their moments…” to quote a poem of mine.) But isn’t this really pretty preposterous? No wonder Jesus referred to us as sheep!

If you’ve ever raised sheep, you’ll know that, in oft frustrating ways, they’re not the smartest creatures in God’s portfolio. Oh, yes, they have endearing qualities. They do! And they’re wonderfully reliable creatures of habit. They are! But they need a shepherd to keep them safe. Goats, on the other hand are wily and self-serving. They are shrewd and careless, eating everything in sight. I’ve raised goats too. I’ve seen the difference in these two species.

Anyway, I digress. The kitchen calls and so does the garden. And so, just now, did one of those sheep above our house. He called to be let out of the gate, to be led to graze on the soft, green grass below us on this lush, tropical hillside. (A goat would simply keep leaning against the fence hard enough to bend it or slant it so he could get over it. Or he’d climb part way up a tree and jump… Goats!)

Sheep need a shepherd. Thank You, God, for providing us with none other than Your Remarkable Self, to lead us to the green and restful pastures that we long for!

as always,

Clover

PS on Garden of Heart

While up in the garden, I realized that I’d left out a main point I had wanted to make in the last garden post. So I’ve re-edited that post to include the left out bit too.

Thanks for bearing with me while I learn how to be a blogger!

Clo

Garden of the Heart

How it has rained and rained this autumn and winter! Not usually all day…or even most of the day. In fact, often only at night… which is very thoughtful of it. And all the vegetation here in the tropics responds in a major way to rain! And I do mean, “major.” And I do mean “all” the vegetation. It grows and grows and sometimes I wonder how it can do it so fast: all of the flowers, fruit trees, shrubs, vegetables, herbs, and the weeds!

The rain kept me out of the garden before Christmas for a few days…too muddy. The garden is banked into a hillside, so all I’d have done would have been to slip and slide around with mud caked to my boots up past the ankle, and plenty on the butt, I’m sure, from falling down. (Been there. Done that! Ask the kids!)

So….I went up a few days later to survey my glorious garden when the ground was not quite so soft and slippery. I went up expectantly….anxious to behold my four, rapidly expanding sugar- baby watermelons. I opened the gate, looked lovingly up the hill and saw…no watermelons. No watermelons at ALL! Not even the vines upon which they’d been growing! In total disbelief, as in, “Am I dreaming?” I got closer to the ground to examine the shocking situation. And there, to my horror, lay the telltale signs… strewn in disarray where once my precious melons had been flourishing. There on the ground lay small shreds of green melon rind…with large tooth marks in them. Upon further inspection, little paw/claw prints could be seen in the moist earth. AGOUTIES! And all these years I’ve gushed endlessly to guests about how “cute they are with the clicking of their little toenails on the driveway and the way the sun shines with translucence through their round, pink ears.”

Let me tell you, these rodents have completely lost every TRACE of cuteness, as far as I’m concerned. They have taken a fast free fall into the rat category here on Gingerbread Hill. Agouties are large, round, glossy, guinea pig like creatures who WERE cute when they’d stuck to minding their own business. But no longer. Sigh. No watermelon in our Christmas fruit salad breakfast. No watermelons at all…up there…in the garden.

So I was discouraged. Poor, pitiful me! I didn’t even want to GO into the garden anymore. I wanted to take my toys a go away! As a result, without anyone tending it lately, everything’s been growing like mad, and especially the weeds. Yet, wonder of wonders the pineapples, zucchini, carrots, and pumpkins are all still fine and happy, though crowded by weeds.The hole that those creatures got through has been repaired. (Actually, it was fixed immediately.) And just now I’m heading up there to do some damage to the weeds. At least that’s my plan.

In the Song of Solomon 2:15, there is warning to watch out for “the little foxes that spoil the vine.” Regarding the garden, I really should have been checking the fence for gaps or holes, down low to the ground, large enough for an agouti to squeeze through. Regarding the garden of my heart, this object lesson reminds me that it is really not the big, obvious things that jam me up in my faith/love walk. It’s the little things that are so easily dismissed as nothing, really. It’s the little things that try to nibble at “de vine” of God’s Life in me. Sometimes I’m too easy on myself with the little things. I need to be more vigilant and more loving in all the little daily matters and in the way that I respond to them: The little offences of my own, indulgences, disobediences, distractions, reactions, etc…including how I respond to those unexpected, little, testy things that come at me from the outside that I may not recognize as challenges to my faith. So I can learn a thing or two from those little agouties that spoiled my melons.

Back to the garden: Whenever I’m in the weeding mode, I consciously place myself in God’s hands for Him to do the necessary weeding in my life. As I pull the unwanted plants up from the roots, I pray that He’ll point out to me what things in my life need to be rooted out. Weeding is useless unless the ground is soft and moist. Rain makes it that way. Likewise, weeding my heart is useless unless it’s been watered with God’s Word and Love, and tended by the two-way prayer times we have together, He and I. I pray and listen. I pray with a pen in my hand, ready to hear. So this becomes a record of my prayers and the answers to them: The answers I hear in my spirit and the answers that unfold in time as I realize that my prayer has been answered!

For me, time in the garden is welcome growing time…even when I’m working hard at weeding and pruning! Weeding and pruning is all about helping the good, fruit-bearing stuff to grow. And I must take stock on a regular basis to see what’s getting in the way of the Godstuff that I want to freely grow and increase in my life for those I love! So gardening can happen on many levels. Add to that the glorious green breeze on this magical hillside and a crimson sun setting over the turquoise sea, and I’ve got myself a delicious recipe for peace. Mmmmm…yum. Yes!