Earth to earth - back to the basics...

Some wild shrubs had been removed from our front yard - what was left was barrenness, exposed earth - plain, empty, void of soul.

Last Saturday a few kids came over the afternoon, and in addition to some road-hockey, and table games, we decided to buy some bedding plants - and voila our front space has been transformed - we all enjoyed the expereience from choosing the plants to planting them.

There is colour, there is texture, there is growth, there is God's natural wonder. We hadn't planted flowers for three years - it felt so good, it feels so good.

We are technicized - staring at screens all day, working in the realm of metal, and the created, not the natural, the creator.

I have a friend who nurtures African Violets early each morning - it's restful, it's rewarding.

First things, first-fruits, taking time to watch God work - from seed to texture, fragrance, taste, colour, shape. I didn't know how much I'd missed this appreciation - earth to earth, ashes to ashes - but for know, earth to earth, appreciating the wonder of He who is also the keeper of the garden of my heart.