This weekend, I was attempting to help Troy in the yard. This in and of itself is laughable. Though my mother was an accredited flower judge and landscape design critic, I didn't inherit that gift.
Sadly this weekend, I was being defeated by a small container of petunias. I was sitting on my steps pretty much in tears, because I wasn't schooled in planting and so forth. Lamenting that my mother was gone and I hadn't taken advantage of her wealth of knowledge while she was living.
My good friend whom my boys call Grandma Coo, tried to comfort me and guide my planting, but it just wasn't working. Then Troy and the boys came to my side and offered me hugs and kisses.
Then Carson uttered the sweetest and gentlest words... "Let's do a pat-ter-ren (pattern), Mama!". There we had it, a pattern would indeed do. A simple "AB" pattern of purple, pink, purple, pink along the side walk. That was all it took to put the flower planting into perspective anyway.
What a comfort the Bible is to me, because it gives us a pattern to live by. Now, it isn't a simple "AB" pattern, yet, we can trust Christ to lead us every step of the way. We have a super natural power available to us through the Holy Spirit. Pretty amazing! I'm looking forward to studying the book of Ephesians with Troy and the boys this summer. A small book in the Bible which gives the pattern to live by.
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
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2 comments:
very nice!
love you guys.
So sweet...but I think you are too hard on yourself...maybe you should look deeper for that motherly talent..seriously!!
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