Passion



Passion is a gritty kind of love, tough and

optimistic enthusiasm that overcomes negativity and inconvenience to make it

through to the end. (10,000 Reasons Overflow)


Monday, August 11, 2008

It looks like a lot to me


1 Zucchini (because we already ate one), a few cherry tomatoes, 2 hot peppers (those tomatoes better come soon so I can make salsa!). It seems like quite a harvest to me. I think about what my garden started out like. I had grand ideas for a HUGEMUNGOUS garden this year. Around the perimeter of my backyard. However, the plans were slightly changed. Cars broke, no time. So I planted my vegetables in odd places, known to us as the “ghetto garden” tre chic, I think not. I wasn’t even sure what would grow (no cantelopes). I have tons of tomatoes on the way, cucumbers starting to grow from tiny blossoms… it seems grand to me. I try to be thankful for whatever God sends me.

And (Ok, I’m misting up already) Phyllis danced last night. I wasn’t just any performance, it was a WORSHIP dance performance. God is moving in her life and she mimicked that by dancing before Him and her fellow Alive students with friends and sisters and brothers in Christ. Many of you know, she had Juvenile Rheumatoid Arthritis, she is now healed (I say forget that whole ‘remission’ thing, she’s HEALED). There were days when only strollers for a nine year old and wheel chairs and carrying her were the only options. “Mom, they are staring at me” I’d reply with a simple “stick your tongue out at htem, they’ll stop” and they did (I know… what a way to deal with a situation, but hey, it worked). There were days in my life, on my knees that I thought “she’ll never live a normal life”. And I was right. She’s not what the world considers normal, she’s an outcast. She loves and follows and lives for Jesus. She’s on the front lines for her friends at prayer meetings, making pancakes, coordinating “stop sex trafficking concerts”, she’s not normal. But back to my point, no matter what life I had to life with her, she was a blessing, not just any blessing, but my blessing, sent straight from heaven, though I didn’t ask for it. I was thankful, she was, and is the light of my life (outside of Jesus, of course). You can watch it below but you can't really pick Phyllis out.

I can’t help but sit here today, thankful. Thankful for people who prayed for me, thankful for a God who is loving, merciful, and grace giving. Oh am I thankful. I sit here typing away on a computer, in a house, I never thought I’d have but by God’s grace and love, here I sit. I certainly don’t deserve it, but I’m greatful. I'll count my blessings as long as I live.

Matthew 13: 12Whoever has will be given more, and he will have an abundance. Whoever does not have, even what he has will be taken from him.


















4 comments:

Trish said...

You are surely blessed!

Vikki said...

awwww.that is beautiful. You must just be bursting with thankfulness and joy!!!

My 12yr old is currently more concerned about what name brand t shirt he'll wear today and I'm praying praying praying that God will become real to him as he heads into Jr High.

Pat said...

A very bountiful harvest! You are reaping the fruit of your labor, the seeds you planted in the ground and the love and direction you planted in your childs heart!!

KayMac said...

Your daughter is awesome...how that must fill you with joy.