Lasso The Moon

1 year Eggaversary

A year ago I was only dreaming about getting chickens. Donnie and I set aside a portion of our tax refund as a sort of grown-up "allowance".

I used mine to build our little coop.

Life From Death in the Garden

Onions are going in.

This week has been so hard. Some friends are going through an unthinkable tragedy, and I have been on my face before the Lord on their behalf. Begging, pleading, bargaining, arguing.

Today I spent some time in the garden. It's time for the sweet Texas onions to go in. The garden is a great place to see God work. To hear His voice. To ask Him for a miracle. 

It's raw in the garden. Messy and raw. You're on your knees in the dirt, mixing compost with blood and bone. Fertilizer, sweat, tears all come together, and you marvel at the components that combine to make something new. How can anything come from this WASTE? How can anything good come from this?? From DEATH. 

That's what the garden is. Something new from waste and death. Something good. Something that points back to a Creator, an Organizer of millions microscopic details that come together to produce GROWTH.

He's doing the same thing with my friends. I know He is. It's His nature to take the WORST and transform it into something good. I don't want them to lose their child. I'm holding out hope that they won't. God, please. I beg you. But I know whatever the outcome, He is good. And He loves them. And He won't let a single tear go to waste.