Sunday Afternoon Tea - Don't Give Up

I stood for awhile, looking at the bare space in the raised bed.  Wondering if I should or I shouldn't.  What the heck, let's go for it.  So I planted lettuce seeds.  That was it, the garden was now planted.  A few days ago.  Before the heat wave.

This year we had to rebuild at least two of the raised beds that were now rotting and posing a hazard to the gardener. They had served their purpose for seven years but it was time.  Another raised bed had to be moved.  I came down with a cold.  Life happened. 

In this mix there was preparation for my family visiting (a nice thing) and hubby was earning a little extra helping a friend get a house ready to sell.  All of which meant the garden could not be planted until this past week.  The flat of veggies waiting for planting had been kept alive a few weeks by constant watering.  The rainbow chard and herbs were planted into containers on the deck.  Which I actually like.  A lot.

However, last weekend this time I was telling my husband that I wasn't going to plant this year.  It was too late.  Why bother.  I was giving up.  He told me the raised beds were almost ready so I may as well plant what I'd purchased.  So I did.  Then I decided to plant the seeds I already had and see what happens.  So zucchini, two kinds of green beans, parsley, nasturtiums, and yes... lettuce... were placed in the soil the day before we reached 90 degrees.

Sometimes you have to take what you are given and work with it.  I am constantly learning lessons from the garden and the landscaping.  Like the fact that the forest will take back every bit of land you don't constantly wrestle from it.  That the curse of Genesis shows up in the attempt to grow things and keep order in nature more than any place else.  Except perhaps human relationships.

Sometimes I get so weary.  I'm tired of the fallen-ness of this world.  I want to stop the world and get off.  I long for Eden and and a world without thorns and thistles and weeds and the need for five shots a day to keep me alive.

There is a Truth to be found in the chaos, though.  One that I have seen over and over in sixty plus years of living on this planet circling the sun.  It is this... if you still have breath in you then God is not finished with your story.  You must not give up.

The Bible tells us God knows the day we are born and the day we leave this world.  If we are alive, we have a purpose.  Within the limitations He allows, we have a purpose.  Our work on earth is not complete.  He isn't asking us to do anything perfectly and He absolutely knows our  boundaries... although he tends to nudge us out of our comfort zone from time to time.

Last winter I was thinking of giving up blogging but as I prayed about it, I knew He was telling me to write without concern of the extras that can go with having a blog.  I don't jump through hoops.  I don't go after a book deal.  I just... write.  I currently am keeping the same old header and the same font and the same background.  Easy.

The only updates I've done to the blog were to change the Pages line under the header and add the extra Amazon widget on the sidebar that is a direct link to purchase Amazon gift cards.  That was easy and done as a service to those who had gone through the original widget to purchase them.  I can handle that.

We are told, "If you can't do anything well then don't do it at all".  A very wise teacher of my perfectionist daughter advised me to teach her that it is far better to do something badly and perhaps even fail than to not do it at all.  A lesson I'm learning every day.

I am learning to plant gardens a month late.  To keep the pretty dishes even if they are only used once a year.  To polish the silver service and make it sparkle for my own enjoyment.  To read new cookbooks when I'm too tired to cook.  To enjoy the beauty I've assembled on the front porch and the deck even if I don't sit outside in the summer heat. 

To have ready what I need to make art for those rare days when time and energy come together. To stop by the Farmer's Market on a limited budget and buy only one loaf of sourdough bread and wild strawberries.  To understand it is not all or nothing.

If one thinks they are too old or too tired or too poor or it is too late to do what is before them... it is worth not giving up and to at least give it a chance to succeed.  If I didn't plant the garden then there would have been no chance of it growing at all.  Sometimes we have to take that step of faith and just do something, especially those things He is nudging us to do.

You are here, you are breathing, you have life no matter what the limitations you are dealing with.  So that means your journey is not yet complete.  Do not give up.  Plant that seed.

Image:  Under the Sunflowers by Robert Duncan