More than most years, to me, this spring feels like being led to a key glistening on the ground in a patch of melting snow one day – and finding that key, slipping it into the lock of a suddenly revealed door in the wall, to an amazingly perfect fit! And thrusting that door open to a sensational secret garden growing there all this time.
A garden not just growing higgledy-piggledy there, but planned just for you, for me.
I’ve long felt it was no coincidence that a pink dogwood was planted beside my front porch – not a yellow or a white of neighboring homes — years before I would own this little cottage. A not random jewel of love thought ahead and designed with me in mind, by Someone knowing how those rosy buds could soar my spirit and fill me with thankfulness – set there before I would even come.
Only one year ago, that lovely tree appeared to be dying. Bare and brittle branches stuck this way and that, the few blossoms that did come forth seemed papery, crinkly and withering before they even fully bloomed. Nothing to be done, was the consensus of those in charge of the gardening.
Well…nothing that is but — speak to it in the way the Lord spoke to the fig tree sort of prayer, I thought. So I did – calling it to LIFE and bloom once more. A prayer maybe even sort of buried and forgotten under the snow until a few weeks ago when I saw the first new buds appear.
And appear and appear and appear.
Lush and overflowing, every branch covered.
OHHHH, I breathed every time I sat by the window and drank in that rose haloed glory. For three whole weeks of intense bloom.
Coincidence? Are there really any coincidences? I don’t think so.
Recently, I was thinking of my favorite teacher and a of moment in an over 40-year ago classroom when for some reason her birth date came up in class conversation, and how I had filed it away in my mind. I think it struck me at the time because it was the same month and day as a popular holiday and as a kid I simply thought it was a cool day to be born. Just one of thousands of everyday moments over three years of taking every class I could with her… yet that memory of a date “spoken offhandedly” somehow stayed with me.
Now, having been back in touch for the first time just this past year, I thought maybe I’d surprise her with a birthday email.
“I’m not sure if I’m just conjuring this up or if today really is your birthday,” I wrote, “but if it is, I just wanted to let you know I am thinking of you and wishing you a happy day!”
“Wow, you have some memory!” she wrote back almost instantly. “You are right and I had even forgotten all about it today…”
I couldn’t help thinking that no one should forget their special day, and how if we lived close to each other, I’d have loved to stop by with a surprise birthday bouquet…
But then again… maybe, in a way, I had. For in God’s time, He knew and arranged for the teen me to hear and take to heart that date, in that really non-standout classroom minute — knowing that forty plus years later He could use that remembrance to touch someone with a bit of His heart…
I don’t know that she recognizes Him in it. But the thought of God doing that — sitting with us in that classroom and planting that fact in me – keeping the memory of it alive there for just such a time as this — and all the while seeing so many years ahead to how it could become a blessing sent “out of the blue…” stuns me with the magnitude of His knowing us inside and out…
Somehow in the words behind her words, I feel it was a blessing needed.
Letting her know. You are not only thought of, but specifically, uniquely remembered and cherished today.
And letting me know…just how wondrously He weaves the colors and threads of tapestry in our lives – even decades ahead.
Just because He is always thinking of us.
Revealing His heart in the most un-imagined ways.
And creating ways for us be a part of it… one to the other.
© Pam Depoyan
Have you seen God’s Hand in a way that makes you recognize something He planted years ago is now revealing His tapestry in and through your life today? I’d love to hear your stories…
Inside The Child Corner of an English Garden drawing — above: mine. This is one of several new full color pastels in my Bluebonnet gallery at Picture it in Pen and Ink. (Please do not copy without permission. See my copyright info button on the sidebar. \
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