The Worth Of Knowing

Two images keep popping up in my mind recently, reminding me of truth.

One is a a flourishing garden with a picket fence around it. The dirt is dark and rich. The plants are healthy and green. I kneel in the garden between rows of vegetables and pull weeds, water plants, and care for the plot of earth that is full of abundance and life.

This is the area I have control over – the plot of land God has given me to care for. This is what I have access to – the time, energy, resources, abilities, and influence I posses. This is God’s will for me – it is within His commands for me to work diligently here.

This is my reality.

It’s not what I wish for or would be nice to have. Not the future or the past. Not my own preselected outcomes or others’ favorable responses.

Nope. Those things aren’t mine. They’re on the other side of the fence. I can think about those things and want them and worry about them and wish I could change them.

Or I can choose to work diligently and live abundantly in the plot of reality that’s right in front of me. I can kneel down in the dirt and find my place in the humble, satisfying work of caring for this garden.