Like A Watered Garden

For those of you that were wondering, no, I haven't fallen off the face of the earth. I've been on a blogging sabbatical. Gosh I've missed interacting with the sweet friends I've made in blogville over the last several months! I feel like everyone else got to go to a party and I had to stay home and do chores. (think Cinderella here)

So...for those of you that have found your way back to my humble blog, you will notice I have a new name and address. It's the same old blog, same old me, same ramblings and reflections... I've just changed the name and address. (security reasons...and do you know just how hard it is to find a blog name that hasn't already been taken!!!??? Sorry, I digress.)

Have you ever read Isaiah 58:11? (see verse in my header above) It speaks of life and beauty, provision and faithfulness, nurturing and strength. Such a rich picture and a perfect reminder to me that it is God who satisfies, who guides, who gives strength and who causes growth.

My name change has already prompted two people today to ask me if I'm a gardener. Oh mercy me!! If you knew me in real life...you would laugh right along with me. The plants at our local nursery shutter and wilt the minute I darken the doors of the garden center...fearing for their lives, lest I should actually purchase them. Word has gotten around. Yes, it is certain death (or at least severe dehydration) to any herbage unfortunate enough to end up in our yard. I'm not sure which is worse...a slow death from neglect, or to perish under the hoof of the local deer brigade out for midnight snacks. Really now, just because we endure summer temperatures high enough to fry an egg on the front walkway, doesn't give these bright and happy flowers the right to fade, shrivel and collapse within a month or two of their liberation from the garden center. It's not that I'm rationing water or anything...I just don't like the heat any more than the next guy. I tend to overlook the job of watering potted or bedding plants a little more often than I should. So, there you have it. Confession is good for the soul. THAT, my dear blogville friends, is the reason I am drawn to Isaiah 58:11. God is Good. He waters, He supplies, He nurtures...and we grow. I gave my blog this name as a daily reminder that God delights to give us what we need to have abundant life, to grow lush and green, and to be the source of all that is good in our lives.

So, next time we are feeling dried up and parched, weary to the bone, or can't seem to focus on anything else but the weeds, remember... it is God who wishes to make us Like A Watered Garden.