Last year, in August, we moved. In the first year of that move, we planted a bunch of faith seeds:
Somebody should put a warning label on Faith Seeds: “Be Careful! Planting may cause pain! But have Faith – you will be better for it!”
You know the “Faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen”(Heb 11:1) scripture – the one that really means – things are going to get really tough, but don’t believe in what you see, even though you feel it to the marrow of your bones.
Walk, talk, think and believe as though you already have the promise (cause God promises a lot – that’s why believing in faith works) – it just gets a little uncomfortable.
Sometimes people think you’re nuts. Then, just when you think you cannot take it much longer, evidence peeps through the rough earth: little stems of faith, followed by little buds, followed by Faith blooming.
Celebrating a year into our journey, another birthday and anniversary, my husband took me on a county-wide tour to take pictures. It was a P.E.R.F.E.C.T. day!
I was trying to find a church I remembered we saw last year when we were looking for a place to live. It was in in a very out-of-the-way place – which turned out not to be a church at all, but an old house.
Memories are fickle things – a bit disconcerting on my birthday!
Yet a sweet morning trumps a faulty memory any day!
One of the things I missed most when I lived in Tennessee for 19 years, was Chicory Blue
And Lady Fingers, though my husband said they were Virginia Creepers, his grandmother always called them Lady Fingers – they remind me of a lady’s fingers after a Spa Day.
A covered bridge reminded me of the last year.
which symbolized our journey from one place, through darkness, to the other side.
School Started the next day. No one climbed in the van crying. There were smiles! Relief! The Big Move of Faith is easier the second year!
Faith Seeds Sprouting! In August!
Hopefully, that heralds a gentler path! A more Joyful Path.
In the next year – by this time, another son will boldly step into the independence he has wanted every day for the last 2 years – probably really since he was born.
One will have walked farther on the solid footing he has found with his joyful spirit firmly wrapped around him.
Another will meet me in height
and, just maybe, I will figure out the littlest one’s love language and spiritual gifts
My husband will rarely travel,
so he will be home.
For me, home is where he is.
It is so much nicer to share challenges with someone stronger and wiser.
I like the idea of a gentler year!
Maybe one where all those faith seeds that we planted blossom!