Once when I was processing through some things with a counselor after working for five years in Uzbekistan, I mentioned that I wasn’t much of a brainy person. She started to laugh. “Are you kidding?” she asked, “you have more thoughts running through your head in ten minutes than most people.”
That may or may not be a good thing . . . after all, just because you’re thinking doesn’t mean that you’re thinking good thoughts. You could be worrying (guilty here) or doubting (guilty again) or a doing a host of other things.
But let’s assume the best and say that you’ve come across a few thoughts this week that made you stop and wonder. Thoughts that encouraged you, or inspired you, or even compelled you to live differently. For me, here are a few that caught my eye this week:
From the Prudent Homemaker:
“If you have $1 to spend on a garden, spend 90 cents on dirt and 10 cents on seeds, and your yield will be so much higher!”
How true this is not only in gardening, but in life as well. A lot of what we become or produce is related to the soil we’ve cultivated for ourselves. We inherited two garden plots with the house we are renting, and I’ve cleared the soil, but have yet to do the hard, and seemingly unglamorous step of prepping it for future plantings. I spent quite a bit of time this month organizing and clearing things out in our basement – it too was kind of like a soil preparation, because it cleared the path for seeing what we could do with the space down there.
From Miss Mustard Seed:
“I had a plan for my life and it changed. . . I want to share it because you may have had a plan for your life and it had to go on a shelf and God may have something for you that is so much better . . .”
I loved this story – you really should click over on the link above and read it yourself. I resonated with it because I had a plan out of college to go into public policy, and ended up homeschooling five kids for five years instead. Now I am in a new role as mother and wife in the Midwest – it doesn’t feel as glamorous as the previous one, but this post reminded me that God’s story never ends, and can often spring up out of the most humblest of circumstances.
