Lessons from the Pretend Gardener

I don’t know how you garden, but for me I do not have a green thumb. It’s brown actually, lol. One lesson I have learned over the years, however, is that a great time to weed the garden is after rain. The weeds come out so much easier, and the roots too!

The only problem is when there is a dry spell, and somehow the weeds still grow. It’s so difficult to pull them by the roots! As I was thinking of that this morning and looking at the roses in my front yard, and the accompanying weeds, I thought about the dew that moisturizes the flower beds. Maybe I can still get those weeds this morning!

It reminded me of the passage from Isaiah 55, about the Word of God. Isaiah shares in verse 10 that the rain, snow that comes from heavens does not return to the heavens, until it accomplishes what it is supposed to do. It waters the earth, making it bring forth and bud so that it gives seed to the one who is sowing, and bread to the one who is eating. He goes on to explain that God’s Word over you and over me is just like the rain from heaven. His promise to you does not return to Him void. His promise to you will accomplish what He pleases and it will prosper in the place that He sends it.

Sometimes the promise seems so far in the opposite direction, because of our present circumstances. I encourage you that the Promise of God will not return to Him void. Be confident in this very thing that He which started a good work in you will perform it until the day of Christ, from Philippians 1:6!

May God bless you and strengthen you today!

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Sanctity of Human Life 2015

One day I hope to be able to attend the March for Life in Washington, DC. What an amazing event to literally take a stand for the life of the voiceless, vulnerable children.

In celebration of the National Sanctity of Human Life day, I attended a ceremony at the National Memorial for the Unborn on Vance Road in Chattanooga, Tennessee. There is a beautiful memorial garden and fountain in remembrance of the babies who were miscarried. Inside the Memorial is a wall with plaques labeled with a message from a parent or grandparent in honor of their aborted baby. Many of the plaques read “I’m so sorry.” Names and birthdates of the babies may be engraved as well. Below the memorial wall is a bench laden with gifts, notes, baby shoes, teddy bears, cards. To read them will break your heart. Fathers and mothers had written, “I did not know, I’m so sorry;” and “I will hold you one day.”

I stood there with my cousin Christy, and my son Philip with a beautiful white rose. We went to the memorial wall and to the memorial garden in honor of all children who did not make it to life, whether the cause was abortion or miscarriage.

We had the privilege to hear the personal testimony of Mrs Julie Ziglar Norman, daughter of the late Zig Ziglar. The message was beautiful, the redemption at the cross, and the freedom from all guilt and condemnation. God mades all things beautiful, in His time.

I pray that you, too, join with the movement and cause to celebrate the value and sanctity of Human Life. Together, we can make a difference, every day.

Because every child matters!

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