At a couples retreat our small group was sharing our passions and call, and I was “complaining” that even though I love gardening and landscaping, I didn’t have the ability to imagine a bed in its finished form but did my work over time and moved things in an out until it eventually met my goals for the space.
A woman in the group said simply, “Oh, you’re an organic planner.”
Huh? There’s a name for that weakness? The way she said it didn’t make it sound like a weakness at all! She made it sound like a style.
I love that day! I love that woman.
After a gloomy weekend in
, the weather turned glorious, and this story came to mind because I spent yesterday taking bedding plants around our gardens trying to find spots for them. Laurel and I couldn’t say no and over bought at the giant Statewide Arboretum sale last month. We have lots of ground but not much sun. Nebraska
But the nugget is this. Some things are planned out front, but lots of things are “organically planned” during the process. Both seem true of how God has been in my life. I am especially thankful for the messengers God sends to all of us to say the words we need at given moments. I try to be mindful to be the messenger when I can.
Do you have a story where the gift of a word or concept has set you on a new course?
What is your story of being God’s messenger to someone?