I found my Mom early Saturday morning outside having coffee on our deck. She looked sad and kinda wistful as she looked at the brown ugly back yard. Three years ago our back yard looked like a tropical paradise. Over 100 spieces of flowers and plants of all colors danced in the breeze and soaked in the sunshine. Daisys nodded their heads to the noble roses. Butterflys glided between the lilies. The hummingbirds buzzed amoung the beesbalm and the trumpet vines. Mom was constantly planting new flowers that would create a haven for all the little creatures of the air. Neighbors would stop by to look at the flowers and she would let them pick a fresh bouquet. The garden was beautiful. Lucious and full of life.
But then I started touring with my ministry. Mom travels with me so she no longer has time to spend on her beautiful garden. I asked her..."Do you miss working in your garden?" This is what she said to me.
"I miss working in the dirt. I miss feeling the sun on my skin and letting the dirt sift through my fingers. But now I am working on another garden. You are my garden. Remember how the neighbors would stop and talk to me about how beautiful all the flowers were and I would give them a bouquet to take home? Now people tell me how beautiful you are and what a blessing your music and testimony was to them. The flowers in my backyard garden always died. But the flowers I am growing now will live forever...."
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That is so beautiful. I know exactly how your Mom feels. My daughter loves the Lord and is growing into a truly beautiful young woman. She is closer to God at 15 than I have been most of my life. She is blessed because she is allowing God to use her as a vessel and reflection of His love for others.
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