I remember the day the landscaper came to our home to finalize details for the new garden. It was Spring and the earth was soft. It was time to begin planting.
There was only one problem. I wondered if I had changed my mind. We had saved and planned for this job. The weather was perfect, and the landscaper had an opening in his calender. Still, I was unsettled about the big job, and expense ahead.
We had lived in New Jersey only a short time. We had a peaceful, and exciting start to our new life here. But something had changed. I don't know what exactly, but I was unsure of how settled we should become.
I was becoming increasingly more aware of how lonely this new life was, and how unfamiliar we were with such a tough culture. Planting just seemed so unnecessary, and extravagant if we weren't here to enjoy it for many years.
Then I remembered the obvious. We had moved to New Jersey because of the Call of God on our lives for full time ministry. It's that simple. I like simple.
It wasn't simply for a new job, although we had one. It wasn't for The Shore, although it is beautiful. It was because our steps were lined up in a way that only God can do, and we answered the call to ministry in Jersey.
In that pensive moment, I heard The still small voice say, "Go ahead and plant roots".
Did that mean...... go ahead and plant a few flowers, because it's just a garden. It's not a big deal?
Or, did that mean..... go ahead and establish your home here. You'll be staying awhile?
Either way, the old dead earth was torn up, and beautiful new foliage was planted.
We've been here almost 7 years now.
(The first cut of fresh flowers from our garden. I took this pic today to share it with you)
The Fiddler and I planted roots. Our three little ones have grown up here. New friends have been made. Stories have been written.
And the Peony bushes continue to bloom year after year.
Now it is Spring, and life has changed, once again, but this time our roots are planted.
This time the roots have faces and names. These roots have been grounded by experience, growth, and continual nurturing.
The season will change again, I am sure. For now, our roots remain.
The unknown isn't scary. I consider it an adventure.
Loving and Living Life............ Amanda