Fruit from the Trash Heap
Pitiful, simply pitiful. My husband built a vegetable bed so I could be a gardener. I come from a long line of farmers: my great-grandparents, grandparents, mother. Apparently the gene did not get passed on. I compost, I fertilize, I treat, I buy the best plants and still…this is the result! My most successful harvest came when my grandson spit tomatoes out in my flower garden and they came back the next year as volunteers, hundreds and hundreds of little, yellow pear tomatoes.
At the Seated and Sent Event in September, Heather Holleman told the story of a vine that came from her trash heap as a volunteer. It nearly took over her back yard and she didn’t even know its type or what it would become. She allowed it to abide in her backyard and trusted that there would be fruit as a result. She had a tremendous harvest of pumpkins for her entire neighborhood to observe and enjoy. I love that! When we know we have a seat at the table, we can understand that we don’t determine the fruit of our lives but can trust our Gardener to provide all we need.
“And God is able to bless you abundantly, so that in all things at all times, having all that you need, you will abound in every good work.” 2 Corinthians 9:8 (NIV)
Starting October 16thwe will begin a practical look at living out our identity in Christ through a study called, “Invitations” led by Cara Chute and Joan VanBeveren. Join us for 4 weeks of learning how to implement what we know about our identity in Christ by taking inventory and putting into real-life practice who God has created us to be. For details and to register check here: gfcnow.com/women