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Isaiah in the Afternoon

My mind wakes up earlier than my body this morning. My eyes flutter to sunlight just beginning to creep in through the curtains, but my body and soul feel like surely the moon must still be rising. I ignore the sun. I roll out of bed late and the children wake up early. It’s only 7:00 and I can already tell, this day will be a long one.

And whatever happened to yesterday? No, I didn’t get to the garden this morning, and I seem to be a bit of a tornado of anger and frustration. Yes, the hubby does need our one car when friends invite us to go out, and yes, I am behind on the laundry (desperately) and how did all those texts and voicemails and emails get away from me? The kids are whiney and the littlest one falls hard on the back of her head (again) on the hot pavement and I am the one sick to my stomach over it, worried and wondering if she’ll still have brain cells by the time she’s 3. Computer programs don’t work and there are a certain five-year-old’s tears that last waaaaaaay too long.

It’s 10:30 a.m. and could someone just get this day over with, please? But really all I want is just to be left alone for a bit. No one needing anything of me or wanting me or calling for me. I just want to be saved . . . to escape.

Yes, you can walk in the garden for bouts of time, but there are days when only one thing can still. Fill.


Yes, please.

Sometimes you need more than just to enjoy His presence. Sometimes you need to hear His voice.

“You are my witnesses,” declares the Lord,

And my Servant whom I have chosen,

So that you may know and believe Me

and understand that I am He….

I, even I am the Lord, 

And there is no savior besides Me.

Isaiah 43: 10a, 11

So, I get a load of laundry going.

The rest can wait.

Because I need to be nourished and I need to believe that He can begin this day and heart anew at 3 p.m.

Do not call to mind the former things,

Or ponder things of the past. 

Behold, I will do something new,

Now it will spring forth….

Because I have given waters in the wilderness

And rivers in the desert,

To give drink to my chosen people.

The people whom I formed for Myself

Will declare My praise.

 Isaiah 43:19,21

The dryer stops.

And it’s a fresh afternoon.

Me and the Bumblebee

Bumblebee and I pass in the afternoon sunlight. Me, sighing in the heat, he zooming along, bigger than any bee I think I’ve ever met. We both settle on the same piece of earth. I sweat. He drinks of flowers. I pull weeds, dig, plant, rock back on my knees to survey the new view. I give him new nectar. He takes. Zooms again. Settles on his next course and I know that we share the work.


I never expected to love the garden quite so much. I always knew that I wanted to enjoy it, but never knew this was so much a part of me. I plant 13 new little plants today. Some are probably too late for the season, but who could resist giving 75% off fruits and veggies at Stockdale’s a fighting chance? I wake up early most mornings, just to pull up the weeds, not wanting any plants choked out. I’ll never get caught up. Much like housekeeping, I realize.


And I’m glad.


And it’s today, as the fat bumblebee and I pass by the Maple, that I realize why this realization makes me happy:


It’s here that I am Eve. 











God and I, we walk in the Garden. So tomorrow, I’ll come back, hoping to grow as fat as the Bumblebee.