Many of the families we know garden, or would like to garden, or shop at the farmers market or buy fruits and vegetables. My point is that there is something about growing food that connects us to the earth and to God.
We are all searching for the truth. What God created this world for and why he chose to put us in it. By hanging on to growing our own food we somehow get reconnected to the original “work” of human life.
But the truth is that doesn’t exist anymore. Maybe that’s why we struggle to get along sometimes? Our vision of that garden is different. We have a hard time accepting each others gardens.
Nathan and I have talked about what our garden is. It’s true that we grow fruits and vegetables (not organically, I’ll add). But we truly believe that the fruit of our labors comes from our children. We have chosen to have many children, give birth at home and live life alongside them whenever possible. This is our garden. We believe God comes to us in the evening when we are living in this garden.
It is a garden of hard work and efforts that seem unnatural at times. But we know that when the harvest is over that we will see the fruits of our labors sent out to create their own fruit. What may appear as lost dreams, shriveled opportunities and worn bodies will be memories of our time and gifts to the greatest gifts we’ll ever be given. We will finish walking in our garden together and maybe get some rest!
I’ve been thinking about New Years Resolutions. I normally don’t make any because I figure I do not have enough self control to keep them. But this year there is something that has been on my heart for a while. A desire that is deep within me. Sharing stories.
I’ve always been hesitant to share my stories. I suppose because I feel self centered, prideful or self consumed. The more I get to know myself, God and others I realize that our stories are what we have to give each other. I’ve shared small bits and pieces of our lives here in the past and will often see someone out in “the real world” who thanks me for my story. It touched their life because they have stories too.
So with peace in my heart and an honest sincerity I will begin to share my stories. With anyone who comes here to read them. For my children when they get old enough to read them, or care enough to read them.
Without apologies. No more regrets. Not a drop of guilt from sharing too much.