it is only when i look outside the boundaries of my own lovingly (and sometimes painstakingly) crafted garden that it suddenly seems clumsy and sparse- when before it may have seemed fledgling, but it was all the more precious for the uncertain though enthusiastic efforts (and surprisingly pleasant results!).
i find when i am most fragile, i make a lot of comparisons....or perhaps it is when i make a lot of comparisons that i find myself most fragile.
the Farmer is particularly protective of me against this most harsh practice (or is it a compulsion?) of mine. he is truly a gift of grace and love in my life. Father was most wise in His choice for me, knowing that when i seek to please my sweet husband, and reach farther into what i too know is right for me, i am also aligning my heart with Father's deepest desires for me. in short, they double-team my tentative heart.
in this stormy season, i am so grateful for the boat that carries me, and for the great Keeper of the sea.
inLove,
theFarmer'swife
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