prayer :: God of unfurled leaves

God of unfurled leaves, cast your cloak of green over our weathered shoulders. Whisper to us in the rustle of shimmering branches. Let your countenance shine in dappled light. Renew us in the hope of returning colour, and the surety of your ever springing promises. As the trees of the field applaud your faithfulness, may we join the greening world in praise. 

~ Lindsey Gallant

S.D.G.

God’s Compost Pile

One day in May, when the apple trees are hinting at pink blossoms, I take my spade and head for the backyard. The smell of fresh green is all around me. The world is waking up after its long winter nap, and every living thing seems to be stretching toward the sun. 

It will soon be time to plant the vegetable garden. I had a good little crop last year. Carrots, onions, beans, peas, tomatoes, leafy greens. Enough to fill our plates in the late summer, and put some away for colder days. I never cease to wonder at the magic of it all – the few tiny seeds I push into the soil turn into baskets of food for our table. 

I’m no green thumb, by any stretch. But I have learned a few things along the way. And that’s why I’ve got the spade out this fine day. Just past the garden, I stand in front of a heap of earth about waist high. The top of it is rather lumpy, spread with dry leaves from last fall. Brown grass and twigs stick out like a bad hair day. Yet there is more here than meets the eye. 

I dig in, scraping back the light brown top layer. I shove the blade farther down, shifting the pile to one side and then the other. There in the middle, I find what I’m looking for. My own black gold. Gloves off, I reach into the pile. This is moist, dark earth, and it crumbles loosely in my hands. An earthworm crawls over my thumb. When I lean forward and inhale, it smells like the forest floor. Rich, spicy, full of life. This is good soil. 

Another magic has been at work here. Not many months before, this heap was a stinking jumble of rotten tomatoes, egg shells, tea bags, and pulled weeds. It was a rubbish pile of things we no longer needed or wanted. It was the place leftovers went to die. And now, by a process of decomposition, with just the right ratio of carbon to nitrogen, it has transformed into a gardener’s dream.

Good soil. The phrase brings me back to a parable I’ve been meditating on, that famous story Jesus told of a sower who went out to sow. I’ve heard it my whole life. It’s a picture of the human response to the gospel, and to Jesus himself.

But it’s got me thinking. What exactly makes good soil? What makes my garden grow? It’s not just that I till the earth, or remove the rocks, or yank out the weeds. Good soil is nutrient rich because of the organic matter in it that has decomposed. The basis of good soil is death

I consider the things that have died in my own life. Sometimes death came from the outside – a circumstance beyond my control, a hope disappointed, a prayer seemingly unanswered. I have stood with loved ones and wept together over loss beyond our understanding. 

Sometimes death came at my own hands – through my own inability to nourish life or love through difficulty. I have too often been ignorant or careless, and have witnessed a devastation too late to reverse. 

And then there were the times God called me to put something to death, and I fought Him. I kept grasping on to that thing, struggling to keep hold of it, even though it was rotting in my hands. 

I look at the compost pile, and see a bit of myself in it. It’s not all a pretty picture, not yet. But I see the Gardener at work, taking my decay and making something beautiful of it. Something that will bring life. It’s just His way.

We all experience death. But the only way to keep it from suffocating us in its stench is to bring it to God’s own compost pile. All the things we cannot not keep alive, all the things we no longer need or want, all the things that keep us from producing the abundant fruit we were meant to bear – we surrender them to Jesus’ process of death and resurrection. With time, and trust, and even our tears, He transforms what has died into fertile ground for His own planting.

I get the wheelbarrow and begin shovelling out the finished compost to spread on the garden. A robin sings on a branch above me. And I feel like singing too, because I’m learning the secret to good soil. 

~ Lindsey Gallant

This article first appeared in Good Tidings magazine.

Still {repost}

The memory of this day 5 years ago is still vivid in my mind. Parenting is hard. So thankful that love is deeper than the crazy moments, and grace is enough.

Be still, oh beating heart.

I sidle close after this swirling mess of a day with its tears and tantrums and timeouts. Night has fallen, and with it a veil that softens the rough edges of glaring hours. I find your little body, a slight form under the blankets, and pull tight, hoping to grasp your heart somehow in all these layers. I’m pulling and praying and begging God to make this connection when I’ve gone and frayed all the edges. I fear the hypocrisy of my feeble words, so I put my hope into these breaths that rise and fall with yours, calming, slowing, till I feel this space between us tauten and still.

Still.

My soul, the Lord is on our side and he speaks peace to hurricanes, yes, even ours. One green eye peeks out from under the blanket hideaway, then a hand finds my face, and, oh, a multitude of sins are covered. Let the world somersault around us, I have found the one my soul loves, and we are anchored still.

~ Lindsey Gallant

In March

Spring in the creek


In March
the clouds break
for half an hour or so
spilling bright blue ink over pale snow

In March
the creeks begin to run
melt and mud and mess
down from old man winter’s tin shed roof

In March
the children rush
laughter echoing the sun’s
into water higher than their boots

Book List 2018

I’m a little tardy in posting this, but here is a list of the books I completed in 2018!

Fiction:

The Odyssey (Homer)
Wives and Daughters (Elizabeth Gaskell)
Right Ho, Jeeves (P. G. Wodehouse)
Sense and Sensibility (Jane Austen) – reread
The Scarlet Pimpernel (Baroness Orczy)
Pilgrim’s Inn aka The Herb of Grace (Elizabeth Goudge) – reread
The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society (Mary Anne Shaffer & Annie Barrows)
Personal Reflections of Joan of Arc  (Mark Twain)
Rilla of Ingleside (Lucy Maud Montgomery) – reread
The Cricket on the Hearth (Charles Dickens)

 

Nonfiction:

The Pursuit of God (A. W. Tozer)
Teach Us to Want (Jen Pollock Michel)
Spiritual Direction (Henri Nouwen)
Different (Sally Clarkson)
Selections from The Rule of St. Benedict

 

Ongoing (slow and reference reading):

Home Education (Charlotte Mason)
Parents and Children (Charlotte Mason)
Know and Tell (Karen Glass)
The Major Works (Gerard Manley Hopkins)

 

Read-Alouds:

The Little Duke (Charlotte Yonge)
Viking Tales (Jennie Hall)
Understood Betsy (Dorothy Canfield Fisher)
On the Banks of Plum Creek (Laura Ingalls Wilder)
The House at Pooh Corner (A. A. Milne)
The Wind in the Willows (Kenneth Grahame)
Heidi (Johanna Spyri)
Red Sails to Capri (Ann Weil)
The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe (C. S. Lewis)
Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland (Lewis Carroll)
The Best Christmas Pageant Ever (Barbara Robinson)

 

My fiction list is mainly our book club selections. Favourite novels from this year include Wives and Daughters and Personal Reflections of Joan of Arc. The Odyssey isn’t a novel, of course, but it was definitely high up there on the list of personally enriching! I loved my immersion into that world and its characters. I feel quite satisfied having completed Homer’s epics, and I’m sure I will dive into them again in the future. It also really helped to read these communally! I highly recommend it.

I usually have a few education or parenting books on the go that I dip in and out of as need be. These aren’t all represented here.

One category I’d like to read more of in 2019 is light to moderate non-fiction. I enjoy that kind of reading, but haven’t done much of it lately. I think it would be easy to squeeze in amongst the literature, so I’d love some recommendations for that category! I’d like to read a science/nature book, a math related book (!!!), and perhaps a history book, at least. Any suggestions?

Happy reading in 2019!

 

~lg

S.D.G.