Potential Eden (FIVE MINUTE FRIDAY)

It’s early Sunday morning and no one else in the house is up. Drawn by the freshness of the autumn sunshine casting pools of gold among the shadows, I divert my morning prayer time to the garden.

What a beautiful, peaceful, perfect place to be first thing: the light, the birdsong, the noisy rush of water, the warming taste of coffee against the cool air, the creamy smoothness of my journal pages, and all the signs of life in the garden – the recently planted showing signs of being established now, the further outstretching of old plants, the continued neon flowering of a fuchsia, the unseasonal tiny honeysuckle blooms and spring bulb shoots, the new growth on plants I’d thought lost completely to this summer’s heatwave.

It’s an Eden of a place where, as I breathe it in, my mind and soul find peace and rest.

There are plenty of jobs to be done (I’m making a mental list!) but that doesn’t detract from the peace. In fact, it strikes me that if the original Eden was a garden, there would always have been jobs to do there too. That’s the nature of a garden.

So Eden – perfection – isn’t necessarily a final finished product; it’s a process, an attitude, a sense of contentment in the ongoing task of ‘intermingling all things together for good’. Perfection is not in the completion; it is in the doing.

God placed Adam in the original Eden to be His fellow gardener and carry out all the tasks required by the changing seasons, to respond to the changes that result from different weather and ongoing growth. And now He has placed us in the Edens of our lives and circumstances surely to do the same. Eden is not a finished product but an ongoing process of discovery and adaptation and active shaping of our world in full partnership with God. What an amazing privilege and opportunity!

 

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COMPLETE (Five Minute Friday)

My mum used to wear an acid yellow sweatshirt with an enormous green tortoise on the front. Above were the words: ‘Please be patient…’ and on the back: ‘…God hasn’t finished with me yet’! She loved that sweatshirt. It was warm and comforting in more ways than one.

I loved it too. As a grey haired, little old lady, it looked quite incongruous on her but it so suited her personality and the yellow was as bright as her smile. The words gave her hope and now they do the same for me.

My personality type is such that I like things to be finished, complete, perfect. I like getting to the end of the day with all the things on my To Do List ticked off. I like a novel that finishes with all the loose ends neatly tied up. I can’t leave the house in the morning for work until I’ve got everything else needed done. I can’t leave a piece of writing (my own or others’) with spelling mistakes or misused apostrophes.

Who am I kidding? It’s not that I ‘like’ things to be like that; it’s nearer to I ‘need’ them to.

So I live with the constant awareness of my own shortcomings, my mistakes, and how many times I miss the bullseye.

However, over the years, I have been learning to view my life in a less black and white, all or nothing way. And I remember that sweatshirt of my mum’s because the message is for me: be patient with myself because God hasn’t finished with me yet. And that gives me such comfort for now and hope for the future.

I have learned that I am God’s Work In Progress, beautiful and meaningful in itself but still being written and edited ready for that final publication.

I am His garden, carefully planted and tended but needing constant weeding, sometimes battered by the elements and needing replanting, sometimes overgrown and needing cutting back, sometimes reaching the end of one purpose and needing a complete redesign to meet a new one. And whatever work needs doing, there is always growth and beauty to be found: a plant that has defied the heatwave to bloom, bulb shoots that have broken free of their cold earthly prison, pale pink apple blossom that has miraculously developed into scarlet baubles of fruit, a rowan tree with its year after year store cupboard of berries for the birds, the symphony of the wind and rain chasing through the trees, the stark elegance of plants’ skeletons against the snow.

God is still working on me and one day I will be complete.

The Five Minute Friday community is a group of writers who gather together to encourage and equip one another. Once a week, we have a blog link up, each writing on the same prompt word for five minutes. You can find out more here: http://fiveminutefriday.com/community/

CROWD (Five Minute Friday)

I can’t pretend that this only took 5 minutes to write. I was sat in the back of our car as we took our son on the two hundred mile journey back to university, losing track of time as I wrote, inspired by the rap music he loves and sometimes writes himself, attempting to capture some of its rhythm and internal rhyme in my own poetry:

I don’t like crowds:

Crowds are loud and leave

Me cowed as confidence

Leaks so I’m unable

To speak and knees

Become weak as my

Stomach is squeezed by

The Big Freeze

Breath sucked out by

The vacuum of this room

Full of people, this crowd

I don’t like crowds

 

But then I remember I’m

Not the sole member

Of this party that entered

The gloom of this room

I brought my security

Tall filial minders

Sentry reminders

Of strength and protection

Love and affection

That stiffen my spine

And hold my head high

Look this crowd in the eye

 

And then there’s the man

Who keeps holding my hand

And by some process of osmosis

I can feel the glow of the flow

Of his belief in me, in us

Filling my nervous

Spaces, changing

The hostile faces

He has my back

Keeps me on track

Won’t let me wimp out

Though I don’t like a crowd

 

So I take a deep breath

Plunge in, fake a smile

And after a while

It can’t overwhelm cos

I belong to a realm

That’s made of us four

And I know the score

My foundation is grounded

In our quattro nation

Each side of the square

Bearing its brother

My head won’t stay bowed:

I brought my own crowd

 

Other inspirational writing on the prompt word CROWD can be found at http://fiveminutefriday.com/2018/09/13/fmf-link-up-crowd/ .

STORM (Five Minute Friday RAIN)

Welcome to this week’s contribution to the wonderful Five Minute Friday community. More on this weeks’ prompt can be found here: http://fiveminutefriday.com/2018/09/06/fmf-link-up-rain/ .

I have to admit my own post wasn’t written in 5 minutes because it’s an edit of something I wrote a couple of years ago. Hope you like it anyway:

STORM

Midnight and the room sits heavy with too still air.

And then, like the flourish of a conductor’s baton,

an electric shock of lightening shorts from behind the curtain

and the timpani section begins its overture:

The bass drumroll of thunder;

Wind through the trees like the brushing of cymbals;

Percussion of rain striking different notes as it falls

on paving slabs (a tap),

or puddles (the triangle),

or next door’s laurel leaves (a muffle thud),

or the conservatory roof (a whole drum kit);

The increasing tempo as the gutter increasingly overflows in ever faster flow.

I open two ventilators, just a couple of inches,

and the sense of release is tangible.

The sounds of the rain flood into the room.

Cooler air seeps in behind.

Then I lie awake listening to the storm’s symphony.

I could shut it out again to find quietness for sleep

but instead I let this rough music be my lullaby.

RUSH (Five Minute Friday)

During the summer holidays a rash spreads across the road network of traffic cones, holes, and temporary lights. It’s aimed at reducing disruption, when the number of cars is less than usual, but it never seems to be finished in time for new school term.

Four sets of roadworks have sprung up between home and work for me but the worst are the gas pipe repairs at the T junction of our own road with the main one. It’s close to a more major junction, initially with three way traffic lights in action. But that meant no lights at our own junction so it felt precarious to venture into a gap in the flow because of reduced visibility over the bridge and round the nearby bend.

It was a relief when lights were also installed at the end of our road, although it meant the delays got longer. And that has worsened as the roadworks crept up our road too. Large holes have appeared in the verges, surrounded by plastic barriers that spill onto the tarmac. Signs and traffic cones have trespassed along the gutters. Portaloos have been erected in the road itself. Various parked vans have further infringed on the width of the carriageway. And not all drivers queue in the most appropriate places, blocking oncoming traffic.

It feels like negotiating an obstacle course. And next week, when parents usually park here to drop their children off at the local schools, will probably be worse.

But I figure I have choice in how I deal with this enforced delay in the rush hour:

I can sigh impatiently at the inconvenience, harrumph at the thoughtless parking, tut at others’ poor driving skills. Or I can allow a little extra time for my journey so I don’t feel stressed, remember the benefits of a safe and working gas supply, take some moments to pray or enjoy the music on my car stereo. My reaction and therefore my experience is up to me.

I think sometimes God sends roadworks into our lives too. Disasters happen. Inconvenient as the timing may seem, essential repairs are just that – essential. Scheduled repairs need to be scheduled. The work may take longer than we’d like. We may be diverted along a different route or delayed in our journey.

It can be utterly frustrating as our lives come to an apparent standstill.

But God knows what He is doing, even if He, like the workmen, may not seem very visible. And in His roadworks we can also choose what attitude to take.