Well if you happen to be following my progress, you might have noticed that I didn’t write on Saturday. Did I drop the ball? Not really. You see, I use Lent as a season of focus. A time to seek Jesus and write about what I’m working out in my faith. I would really like to write more, but truthfully I don’t because I worry way too much about what other people think.
So in regards to yesterday. It was a beautiful spring day. Since it was so nice, I did get out and do more work in the yard. Pulling weeds, planting my garden and just generally getting my yard back into shape. Yes…. I know it has nothing to do with writing, but it does have to do with my own insecurities.
When I was young, I lived next door to my Texas Grandma. She really wasn’t my grandmother, but she became a surrogate to our family. By the time I knew her, she was a stay at home wife and my babysitter. What I remember most was her yard. She had the most soft grass, and a beautiful redwood tree. I can remember being with her as she pulled weeds and tended the yard. I believe that this is where I got my love of gardens. Please understand though, I am not good at it. I plant things and some grow, but many don’t. Every year I get a little better at taking care of the plants and vegetables I put in the ground. I am still very far from being good at this gardening stuff, but I still do it. There is something peaceful when things grow, and even when they don’t.
I do have a problem though. I hate the feeling that I don’t do this very well. What I hate even more is that people will know I’m a bad gardener! Silly isn’t it? Insecurities are a little silly, but they are feelings that can propel someone to do something rash, or stop a person in place.
The amazing thing about yesterday was that I was so totally happy working in the yard, that I didn’t even have time to feel insecure.
I took pleasure in the doing, and not in any reaction I would receive from any outside source. And in that beautiful day, I felt a freedom that I don’t have all the time. It was not only freedom from insecurity and fear, but freedom to be what I wanted to be. Who I was made to be. And isn’t that what we all want?



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who sees and knows me best.
Now that it’s (mostly) behind us, we are looking forward to the new year more than we typically do. Mike is looking forward to regaining strength and feeling more like his normal self. I am looking forward to …. well I am not sure what? Don’t get me wrong… for Mike I am praying for excellent recovery, and for the boys that they would continue to make strides forward in their lives. Above all that they…….that we all would be able to know God’s presence. But while I felt foreboding last year, I am not sure what I feel this December 31st? It’s definitely not the same heaviness as last year, but it’s also not the normal New Years day feeling.
So it’s Christmas Eve and I am fighting my feelings.
Advent.
I want to remember that in my actions, I sow seeds. They can be seeds that lift a person up, encourage and give strength. Or they can be discouraging, defeating and used to tear down.
We needed to take it easy, but we were in the mountains! How can you just sit by the pool when the trees are calling your name? We were outside of Yosemite at the wonderful Tenaya Lodge. We had gone into Yosemite Valley the day before, but there were too many people. So on Sunday we were staying close to the lodge to avoid the crowds and just get some much needed rest. The day before, I had gone and asked where the trail around the lodge started, and went to check it out. I walked for a couple of minutes and saw that it was a hard packed road, easy to walk. Perfect for a man recovering from radiation, and his exhausted wife.