Thankful Thrusday~JOY

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With a rake and hoe and a piece of fertile ground I am impressed that it is He who will bless the seeds I sew

See BEE BLISS GARDENS BLOG for posting of the process


After a two and a half hour morn of chore and prayer
The North bed is planted on time.

Even the stench of the dung has life within it.
That stench that is a fertile lesson.
We all have it .
We just gotta dig it in and loosed those hearts to it
:)

A light thunder took me out of my solitude to remind me of the presence even in the midst of the task
That He is there...
Waiting to bless this soil with the kindness that makes all things living flourish.

The thunder was a prelude to the most tender reminder that all ...
this that we set (I set) my hand to is blessed.
It is God who makes it (us) grow

All those hardened lumps to chop up and soften with the efforts set forth
it will till the tender soil that will bring forth all that good "fruit".
Now I speak poetically that of the heart and of the soil it differs little.

How wonderful it is to learn from our children that even the obstacles set up around us are but to strengthen us to stratagem

strat·a·gem (strt-jm)n.

1. A military maneuver designed to deceive or surprise an enemy.

2. A clever, often underhanded scheme for achieving an objective.

that we would be foresighted in those battles meant to harm us.
How wonderful a day began for me.

(after this) Dash got his hair cut at my hand and is very happy! YA!!!!!!!!!
not that he needed it hahah

~ JOY ~
As I stepped onto the patio it began to rain.
That was all the rain there was.
Just enough to give me hope and promise.
An encouragement to trust.

This is a good thing too for the soils that have yet to get planted
must not become saturated as of yet.