I started with two blenders. After downsizing to our new home, I also downsized my blenders. I chose the best base and the best jar. And of course, I made sure the base and the jar fit together before donating the odds and ends.
The day came when I needed the blender. I assembled the components and pressed the button. I could hear the motor hum, but the blades didn’t turn. Although I could fit the jar and the base together, they weren’t meant to go together. It was never going to function as a blender.
To go from two blenders to no blenders was a dumb mistake. Then I was too cheap to buy a new blender that I need only once or twice a year. I hung onto the jar for it was a nice glass jar, but got rid of the base.
A year later and one thousand miles from home, my snowbird friend was selling a blender in her garage sale. It cost me one dollar. Come to find out, that blender was the same brand as my jar. The new base worked in perfect unity with the blender jar I kept.
I see the spiritual lessons in the ordinary so my blender mishap was par for the course.
- Just because it feels right doesn’t mean it is right.
- Patience exercised allows for God’s perfect timing.
- Hope can make us appear crazy to those who don’t believe in hope.
- God weaves the odds and ends in our life together for His glory.
I have a blender again. More importantly, I am reminded to never give up on God for the discombobulation in my life. For God loves to reward hope.
You answer us with awesome deeds of righteousness, O God our Savior, the hope of all the ends of the earth and of the farthest seas,
I like to spend time in my garden. Whether it is digging a new flower bed, tending herbs in a pot, anticipating bulbs filled with spring or the latest project, a raised bed vegetable garden. Time doesn’t seem to matter and before I know it, an hour or two has passed.
What is it about getting my hands dirty that can soothe my soul? I can work at my own pace. Progress is easily measured by the weeds removed or the mulch spread. But the allure is more than what is visible to the eyes. I can experiment and not be afraid of failure. I can change my mind. I always learn something new. I can dream. I thank God for the simple blessings in life. On a pretty day, neighbors will linger to visit and catch up until the next time.
As I walk around my landscape, I know the plants by name and by a story of kindness. There are Pat’s mums, phlox, hosta and walking onions; Kathi’s fountain grass, irises and sedum; and my mother-in-law’s black-eyed Susans. Joy is naturally multiplied when gardens are shared. In my garden, there is always beauty to behold, even in the dead of winter.
You drench its furrows and level its ridges; you soften it with showers and bless its crops. You crown the year with your bounty, and your carts overflow with abundance.
Let my teaching fall like rain and my words descend like dew, like showers on new grass, like abundant rain on tender plants.
I remember a day when my boys were about five and three years old. I was running errands and we were close to the end. That’s when my youngest had a meltdown in the store. Moms, you know the feeling. You can’t control it. You can’t stop it. All you can do is hurry up and get out of there. As we went through the checkout, my oldest son looked at the clerk and unprompted, he simply stated, “He’s having a bad day.” We all have bad days. But what do we do with that bad day? Do we have a tantrum? Do we take it out on those closest to us? Do we show the world that all is not right with the world? Or do we skip the pity party and seek God? We are called to lift up our heads, cast dismay aside and let God fill our hearts with joy in that bad day. Will we smile through the pain? Will we laugh through the tears? Can we hope despite the circumstances? Yes! It is possible with God.
Those living far away fear your wonders; where morning dawns and evening fades you call forth songs of joy.
For nothing is impossible with God.