Pondering

"Listen to me, all you who are serious about right living and committed to seeking GOD.

     Ponder the rock from which you were cut,

         the quarry from which you were dug.

Yes, ponder Abraham, your father, and Sarah, who bore you.

Think of it!  One solitary man when I called him, but once I blessed him, he MULTIPLIED.

Likewise I, GOD, will comfort Zion,

          comfort all her mounds of ruins.

I'll transform her dead groud into Eden,

        her moonscape into the garden of GOD,

A place filled with exuberance and laughter,

          thankful voices and melodic songs."

Isaiah 51

Isn't that beautiful...alluring verbage?  Isaiah's words in the Message have a way of wiping the sleepy dust out of my eyes and awakening me to the wonders of who God is and what he is about.  As the rejection to an intensive writing/mentoring time that I applied for seeps in, I grieve.  I fight the wispers of inadequacy, of not quiet measuring up or ever being old or wise enough to use my voice in the world.  And I find comfort in my first ever planted lettuce seeds after days of watering & talking to...official little sprouts pushing up through my exactly calculated soil mixture- following mel's square foot method for real this year.

I mean really, who squeals & looses a tear with their 3 year old walking out to the garden & seeing 1/2 inch green things?  She gloried in the wonder of it with me & I am so glad I wasn't with an official adult because I know I would of held back & been a little more subdued & "yep, that's what happens when you plant seeds" like.

But I was with her, a three year old child full of wonder & pure delight in the world God has created as she experiences life & love & protection of childhood innocence as she matures in our home, our Walters Greenhouse.  And she and I, we did a little jig out by our garden, in our keens & pony-tails.  We laughed a 'we of little faith' startled laugh and we said our 'thank you fathers' with our eyes open & gaze fixed on the miracle of growth, of new life.

And I wonder what dead ground lies in you just waiting to be touched with hope, with desire?

Yes, it is possible.  Our moonscape can be turned into the garden of God...a place where

laughter- child- like free laughter and

exuberance

and

thankfulness

and

melodic songs burst forth.

So, as I recognize my own tiredness lately & wanting to dig a little pity party cave, after basking in a little Scripture, I am curious...of what lies ahead for these awakend desires of writing

that just got dampered on a bit.  And I ask,

wanna ponder the rock from which you were cut with me?...the quarry from which you were dug?

Wanna dream about the ways Father would want to flesh his love, his beauty, his joy

through your life alongside me?

Can you imagine our world filled with beauty seekers, beloved sons & daughters of God

living like it is really true...

that we are really loved & accepted & redeemed.

I wanna dream.

And I so don't want to dream alone.