deserts into gardens.

I won't give up on the chance for you to blow my mind.

In time will I be what you're thinking of?

So rescue me from hanging on this line.

I've been thinking a lot... and you know what thinking does to your mind?

It mushes it into something sloppy and unformed.

Desire gets the best of you.

How come I can't have what I think I need?

As time normally does, it makes sense. The eleventh hour soon comes and passes, and you come to see that everything you had hoped for, everything you had dreamed for, really mean nothing at all.

It's a brand new day.

Rescue me from hanging on....

It's funny how you think that you have everything together, just to realize you have so much farther to go. But that's okay. It really is okay...

I was reminded of James 1:2-4... To be mature and to not lack any understanding- to persevere- because that's what trials should do. It should make us into something better.

I want to lack nothing.

And be everything I need to be.

I'm so close, but so far away.

But then again, I'm joyful in this. In what God has made me to be. My perseverance has led me to be something I never imaged.

He found the garden that I deserted.

He took my dry land and poured water upon it. over and over again.

Little by little, the green grass grew...

A beautiful picture of redemption.

My garden started to blossom and bloom.

The fragrance of his love was in the midst of it all.

His kind eyes and gentle heart was written all over it.

How overjoyed he must be to see my desert form into a beautiful garden.

I must keep and tend to it, to persevere when the droughts and storms try to destroy what he made. To find shelter in his love. To run to him when I can do no more.

To understand.

To lack nothing.

Because a lot of times, I think too much. I sit in the corner of my garden and idly watch the weeds grow and overshadow the beautifulness that he formed within me.

I forget and grow weary. I cry out in my hurt, because I don't understand.

My own roses grow thorns that prick me... when all I need to do is let HIM cut them away.

He knows.

I don't need to constantly sit in that corner and watch everything turn back into dust.

Again.

He knows...

He'll guide the way for someone to see my beautiful garden in all its splendor.

And when he does, it will be made beautiful in its time.

Maybe he's got a garden of his own to tend right now.

Or maybe I'm patiently waiting for something that is not good for me.

But He knows.

Everything.

The seed of worry can grow and bury its roots deep; but God's love will pull out any seeds of remembrance that worry even existed.

I'm hoping and waiting.

It's a beautiful thing as I watch my garden grow and blossom into something I never quite pictured...

Some day, you'll discover my secret garden... the way I found it too.

Some times, all you have to do is keep on growing... because chances are, it's been there all this time... you just had to grow a little taller in order to see it.

I'm not sure what you're molding me into, but that's okay; You are the potter and I am the clay. Change this something normal into something beautiful.