Six years ago when I started this blog I posted all the time. I loved to write and wrote all the time. When I look back on some of my beginning posts now, I laugh. I was crazy. Some of the stuff I wrote was really not who I was. I was writing to impress, writing to gain readers, maybe even writing to find my niche. I see growing pains in it. They make me cringe a little, but I see the good in them.
Fast forward. My writing has taken a hit. I want to write, but I’m lacking the desire, the time, the voice.
I was up early a couple of weeks ago reading my Bible. I kept getting side tracked by the plant starts sitting in clear plastic boxes by my sliding glass door. I would read a bit then look up and get lost in the plants and what I was going to do with them. As I sat there contemplating their future I saw a tomato plant that was seriously drooping. Some now I had missed watering that particular plant. All the others around it were standing upright, stately, full of vigor. But, this one, it’s head and shoulders were aiming at it’s feet.
And I could totally relate to that tomato plant.
I was without vigor. I felt like I was surrounded by godly women who were on fire and I was limping, falling behind.
Some how I had allowed weariness and distraction to overtake me. I had removed my eyes from my power source.
Just like a plant without water I had become limp and ineffective.
Thankfully there was still life in my struggling tomato. With some water flowing through its stem, turgor pressure (teaching four high school kids biology has its benefits) was restored. No longer did it double over. It was brought back to upright, face to the sun. It was restored.
Bringing back. Resuscitating. Breathing LIFE back into the doubled over.
Thank you, Jesus. He didn’t leave me limp and lifeless. When He opened my eyes to my condition, I called out to Him and He poured into me.
Restore to me the joy of your salvation, and make me willing to obey you. Psalm 51:12
He opened my eyes to see. And I’ve been busy with the seeing.
Finding my voice is His, whether in word or picture.
Relishing God in my everyday.