As the end of this month approaches, I've been spun into a frenzy of busyness--freelance graphic jobs, three custom sewing projects, coordinating a fine art show at work, spring cleaning, and gardening.
This weekend I tried to concentrate on slowing down to enjoy the warm weather and dig in the dirt. While Nora was busy making mud pies one afternoon, I set to work tackling the crab grass among the daffodils. Imagine my delight as found this leftover scrap of newspaper nestled into the dirt near a new sprout.
This piece of utilitarian scrap used last year simply to suppress the weeds in the vegetable patch was transformed in a quiet moment into a subtle, yet profound sign to me that my creative efforts are worthwhile, and that even the most mundane tasks, like weeding a flower bed can produce joy and creative gratification. Or perhaps it was a very literal message that God's creative handiwork is in the smallest and most unlikely nooks and crannies of this remarkable world.