Strange Places, Small Spaces

I had grand plans for working outside in the soil to refresh my heart and give my soul some space. Sometimes the ideas in our head and in our heart don’t quite mesh with what we are able to do with our hands.

I was determined to fight for my heart, though.

I struggle with being present and not allowing my mind to race ahead with all of the reasons why what I am doing in the moment is not enough. In this instance, it looked like working with my less-than-perfect, overgrown, hand dug flowerbeds surrounding my less-than-perfect house with gasping flowerpots and baskets on my needs-much-work porch.


Why bother? Look at these other houses on the street. I could work all summer and not be where they are.

Ugly comparison.

If I allowed myself to go down that path, that spiral, into that place, I was doomed to throw it all down and return to the computer to pore over all that wasn’t. All of the ideas that I can’t do because of time or money constraints. All of the ungratefulness that stirs up inside at the drop of a hat or a garden rake or the click of a mouse.

My friend, Amy, suggested listening to some Sara Groves while I gardened. That wasn’t working out for me, but Sara began singing Add to the Beauty to me in my head (one of the many benefits of having most of her music committed to memory!).

One of my favorite lines is Redemption comes in strange places, small spaces, calling out the best of who we are, and I want to add to the beauty, to tell a better story…

Here are some strange places, small spaces where I added to the beauty.

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How about you? Where might you find or create beauty in a strange, small way today?



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Thanks for heart-composting with me! I appreciate your words.

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