We have lived in our house for over six years. Our yard is just a mess, and each year we lament the condition of the grass. Memorial Day weekend, Dave and I finally did something about it -- we overseeded. Why did it take us so long to do this? We ask ourselves this all the time.
Here's a before:
And here's an after:
Today, a friend offered us a huge bunch of hostas! What a blessing. You can see on the left side of the house, there is not much there. Early in the spring a friend gave us three cutting from a rosa rugosa. Only one has taken at this point, so I ran out this afternoon to dig up her hostas, then raced home to plant them in the bare side.
I'm so excited and blessed that God met a very superficial need for us - but very tangible. It is just proof to me that he knows where I am -- that I am working on relying on him, working on surrender, working on obedience.
Grateful that following Jesus is a process.