
On a busy street in Christchurch there is a large empty section (not this one in the picture!). The property developer went bust and so the land is lying fallow. But I have noticed over the last few months that weeds and flowers have grown over the piles of dirt and it is starting to look quite pretty.

I've been reading The Shack. It's amazing. Anyway there is a piece in the book where they are weeding this part of the garden which looks really pretty but they pull out the flowers because they are going to plant something else. And as I have been driving back and forwards down Brougham Street looking at the pretty weeds, I've been thinking about the things in my life that just fill up the space. They are just there because there was some space and so they could grow. One of the amazing things about finding myself pregnant is that it is really focussing my mind. I'm looking at all the things in my life and asking myself and God, do I really need this, is this really important? What should I be focussed on. And some perfectly good and lovely things are being uprooted and moved on. It's a really interesting space to be in.
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