An eventful Saturday and a refreshing Sunday service later, (not to mention an equally blissful nap as well), I'm listening to the tunes of Beauty & The Beast being played on the piano as I type this. Leon (my brother) is playing the song for his school recital and has been working extremely hard on the piece. I'm almost hearing the fluidity in the piece as he nears the corner of perfection in playing this beautiful piece.
Finally, after three working days, I've gotten my phone back after having it checked in for service. I must say its time to get used to this phone again- I was missing the small buttons, the decent in-built camera, and the authorative audio quality for some time! When Leon checked in his phone for repair a month ago, it took three weeks to repair. (Well, he's not complaining cos they replaced the entire phone!)
I'm almost itching away as I type this. I spent the Saturday afternoon cleaning up, and decided to work on the garden since all my plants were outgrowing their pots, and uhm, obviously not growing anymore. One change led to another in rapid sucession, and I ended up changing at least 8 pots,including the soil, potting mix, and supports for the plants. As expected, I was jumped upon my spiders, bitten by wierdest stuff in inconvenient locations, while adding more strain to my already not-functioning-so-well left leg. It took four hours-but it was worth it! My garden looks much better now. Note: its a garden and not a jungle.
One incident that really tickled me was my neighbour's shocked reaction to the creepers I had tried to grow outside my window ledge. I didnt invest in poles of any sorts, so they were left dangling haphazardly over the ledges.
Kelvin walked over, greeted me, took a glance at my creepers, and asked incredulously: "What's that?!"
I got the hint. I cut it off shortly. It was indeed something to do away with; not growing well and certainly not working wonders for the aesthetics of the garden. My mom had a good laugh: she had been wanting to tell me to cut them off as well!
I wonder how many times my Maker had to apply the same treatment on me, taking care of me in various way, changing my pot when I grew, making sure that the soil wasnt muddy, infested by wierd stuff or bad in any way so I could grow even more, or perhaps feeling sad when I chose not to grow, or worse, even wither away. I thank God for not having my patience (read: no patience) and for having tended to each of us so selflessly and tirelessly.
Like how I hope my plants will flourish and grow after the investment of time and effort, I'm sure God is hoping and awaiting the same for me.
Geez. God works in wonderful ways. He can even make use of this seemingly mundane activity to teach, and impress upon me certain things.
And with that, I end my Sunday post.
2 comments:
Hey Fraser, Beatrice here :) Great anecdote and analogy of how God prunes us. I love how God teaches us such important things in our very simple daily routines.
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