I had all but given up hope for my squash seedlings, so imagine my surprise when they kept sprouting everywhere! I was left with more than my garden could contain. What a reminder to me, that God can take our dried up, dead and discarded dreams, and breathe life into them.
Once I had not only established roots, but also started some great disciplines, like regularly reading my Bible, journalling and quiet times alone, I was impatient for the fruit. But I quickly realized that I needed to abide. I needed to take time to just rest in God’s presence. To get to know him better. To be sustained in him. To abide.