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Roaring Quiet.

June 30, 2011

The mower roars forward. I am happy to have some quiet. The roar drowns out the; …”Can I…?” “Can we…?” “When will….?” “Why does…?” of seven people with seven agendas. Mowing neat rows I run to meet God in my yard. For Him to walk with me in my garden.
“Lord can I…?”
“Father can we…?”
Paying no attention to the irony of my prayer, I continue on, seeking Him.
Pushing my weight into the mower. Pressing in to get the job done in the time I have captured.
Wanting to hear the fresh word. All the women in my family are expected to come with the freshness of God’s news. It’s what we do. We are raised into it…to hear with ears of our heart.

A snippit from heaven.
My great grandmother collected it while she rocked in chairs with worn Bibles before church picnics. My grandmother bandaged physical wounds in Haiti while slathering on fresh words for their hearts. My mother has brought heavens news and archives atop horseback to the very dredges of a trackmarked society, in the same week speaking before auditoriums of finely insigniad ladies…each group wanting the same thing…hope. My sister can bring you the snippit in song or rhyme with a single word or in a lengthy prayer she can make you laugh and cry with the Words God bombards her. It’s our normal.
It is unquenchable.
“Why does…?”
“When will…?”
The neat rows form and the bag of mowed grass bulges. All the snippits ready to layer onto my garden to stifle any weeds which find their way.
The true listening is hard when you pick up where they left off…”Father can we….?”

What are you hearing today? Let’s exchange notes in the comments section.T

9 Comments leave one →
  1. June 30, 2011 12:03 pm

    i love mowing – for the same reasons! but i only have two and now the older mows….so, about the pigs at our place. we decided to grow a garden for the first time in about 10 years. my husband, who has always wanted pigs, decided it would be a perfect time to raise two for us to , ummmm, slaughter in the fall since we would have garden refuse. he has a new job as a missionary for wycliffe (he recruits for, plans and takes students on short-term trips) so has time at home to work on things like pig pens. he built a large, sturdy one about 1/8 mile from our house, deep in the woods. so far we haven’t smelled them at home. our boys feed and water daily, and we should have some terrific pork chops in the fall!

    • June 30, 2011 12:23 pm

      Oh you make it sound so easy.
      What is with husbands and pigs.
      Thanks for the info.

  2. June 30, 2011 1:48 pm

    This is all new to me, the walking with God. For the first five years of my walk with Christ it was very non relationship, only since October of last year have I realized the amazingness of knowing God! And Im sure Im only scratching the surface. I have been trying to be in awareness as much as possible of Gods presence. Hes been talking to me alot about slowing down.
    This is a great post! Thanks for visiting my blog too 🙂 Im glad I got to come and enjoy yours!

    • June 30, 2011 2:07 pm

      For you to be grabbing these kinds of concepts 5 years in is awesome. I think once you or I grab a concept it isn’t easy to turn away and actually just encourages us to find out the real truth and walk away from the pre-manufactured ones.

  3. June 30, 2011 1:49 pm

    Hi Tee! Nice to meet you. Thanks for your visit to WMG.

    I thought I would just write a reply here & get to visit you also! The small yellow flowers with mottled green foliage are trout lilies. They bloom in the woodland in springtime, and hid dormant for the rest of the year. They self-seed; so in a spot where they are happy, they will cover a large area.

    Glad to find another lover of Jesus in the world, enjoying the beauty He has made and trying to love her kids. My three young-ins all still nap at least a little in the afternoon, giving me time to escape into my garden cathedral also. I find more heart-space while digging in the dirt… moving things around… watering.


    • June 30, 2011 2:04 pm

      Thanks for stopping by. I saw those flowers for the first time this year at Easter… and I could tell they were lillies but I didnt know what kind.
      Thanks so much,

  4. June 30, 2011 2:57 pm

    Hi Tee-
    thanks for stopping by my blog b/c now I can see yours! It’s beautiful!!! I love your pictures! I always enjoy sisters in Christ-I pray daily for fellowship with Christians.
    Happy to meet you!! 🙂


  5. Shelly permalink
    June 30, 2011 5:46 pm

    Your writing feels like fresh bread from the oven w butter melting on it. It sounds like the mantle of hearing from God has been passed on and the volume has been turned up.

  6. June 30, 2011 11:26 pm

    Inside every acorn is a giant oak tree. You never know how far your words are reaching so keep writing.

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