Monday, May 17, 2010

He Came to my Kitchen

My catmint got a little too big for her britches and had to be cut back. I threw the remnant stems at my feet and the pile grew in the hazy, evening light.

I carried fistfuls inside, closing the door on the day. I chose a vessel - the thrift-sale pitcher whose beauty made me question the disposition of the seller. Who could be so willing to sell a pitcher embossed with cornflower blue roses for so little?

I plunked the misplaced discards into water and trudged toward a dream.

It was only the following day that I stopped to notice the wild beauty of this haphazard bouquet. I stole glances while I washed windows clean. I ruffled its feathers between confirming appointments and jotting grocery lists, then pressed my fingertips to my nose, smiling.

I kept thinking, over and over, God loves me. He sent me this free bouquet and knew it would be my favorite.

As I am prone to doing, I started to believe that the mundane clutter of my life somehow obscured the beauty of the gift. So I got busy and I tidied.

When it seemed that it still wasn't enough, I worked at curating a proper display, but I'm no good with the big camera and I had trouble fitting it all into the frame. I fretted over the wrinkle.

I took my own, special gift, and I turned it first into a chore and then, in quick succession, into a trophy case for my pride.

This gift was meant to fit right into my charmed life. Not the charmed life that pretend people live on magazine pages, or even the charmed life of real people with perpetually clean kitchens.

This gift sprouted and grew because He told it to, because He wanted me to smile. He knows my days are hectic and cluttered. He knows that I teeter on the edge of impatience and selfishness every day. He knows that I need him - I tell Him this.

So He came to my kitchen, where I could not for one moment forget. He never expected perfection and He surely did not come to make me feel inadequate. He just wanted to be with me, in my messy, everyday, magnificent life.

tuesdays unwrapped at cats


  1. Stunning. And what a gentle reminder to us all.

  2. I am always surprised and delighted when I come here for a visit, I read the latest entry and then find myself scrolling back through posts I've already seen, just to reread them again. You say "it" so well, whatever "it" is at the moment, and I thank you for sharing your thoughts with us.
    Heidi - Heart and Home

  3. I read this post , then went back and re read it again. Beautifully said.

  4. Oh boy...truth that both wounds and heals, that's what you wrote to me today. :)

  5. How beautiful is this post! How lovely!

    I hope you can head over to my blog for my 1st giveaway!

  6. Wow. Simply beautiful I think to myself and my eyes tear up. Oh how I enjoy your blog. Thank you.

  7. Would it be weird to say I love you, my sister in Christ? If it is, I am sorry, but I love the words that my sister shares about the love of her Father; of my Father. Thank you for sharing and God bless you.

  8. this is my favorite. It made me...weepy inside.
    Thank you so much.

  9. Congrats on your new lil Man, a lil late I know! Nice to enjoy such a simple Gift from above.~Cheers Kim

  10. Your transparent way of speaking amazes me. I so relate and your blog always hits home with me. Thank you!

  11. The bouquet is beautiful (and the pitcher, too).

    P.S. I liked the first picture best anyway.

  12. Your post reminds me of an old hymn called, "In the Garden." My Granis used to sing it all the time while cleaning or cooking when I was a little girl. I will try to find the lyrics.
    Great post!

  13. Here are the lyrics... in my search I learned Brad Paisley, Ann Murry and even Elvis recorded this old hymn! It is one of my favs!

    I come to the garden alone,
    While the dew is still on the roses;
    And the voice I hear, falling on my ear,
    The Son of God discloses.

    And He walks with me, And He talks with me,
    And He tells me I am His own;
    And the joy we share as we tarry there,
    None other has ever known.

    He speaks, and the sound of His voice
    Is so sweet, The birds hush their singing,
    And the melody that He gave to me,
    Within my heart is ringing.

    I'd stay in the garden with Him,
    Though the night around me be falling,
    But He bids me go; Through the voice of woe,
    His voice to me is calling.

    Have a lovely day!

  14. Those are so pretty. It's nice when people can enjoy the little beauties in life. And your writings always make me see that! Thanks!

  15. The catmint in my garden is beautiful this spring as well! It sits up on top of the yard, right where the sun hits it and it just shines, surrounded by the sun's rays. The fact that the rosemary right next to it isn't doing so well (a product of a too cold and too icy winter) doesn't bother me at all - it will recover, and in a year or two be as beautiful as it was before. Watching a garden, walking in a garden, working in a garden, loving a garden is second nature to us - it is, after all, where life began. Blessings sweetie!

  16. Beautiful! How wonderful that you pointed us all back to Him!

    Free flowers from your yard, in a beautiful thrift store vase, on a burlap runner- can't get better that that... (I like the wrinkle too)

    On Friday I am hosting "Friday Pretties". I would love for you to join us. It is very simple, and just for fun. It is for Bloggers to play Show & Tell. Leave me a comment and you are in.

    Have a Blessed Day!

  17. very pretty! All I grow is weeds :(

  18. And now, because you shared your heart with us today, He has come into my kitchen too. Thank you!

  19. You have such a beautiful way with words. I love that you love the simple gifts God gives us. Gratitude is something we all miss in the everyday things in life. It is awesome when He speaks to us in a small whisper to say how much He loves us! If no one ever saw that beautiful dusky blue and gray plant but you, He still would have made it,because He loves you. I can just hear Him say "Hey Shanny look what I made for you. I just knew you would like it. And wait till you see what I have in store for you later today and tomorrow. My dear daughter, nothing is impossible with me."

  20. I didn't even notice the wrinkle! : ) Love this post!

  21. I love this! What a sweet reminder. I wonder how many of HIS gifts I turn into chores or become prideful about. Thank you for the reflection!

  22. THANK YOU for the reminder of His love! :) You're a dear!

  23. have blessed my heart with your beautiful words and to-the-heart truth and clarity. Thank you...

  24. Ooooh, are so fabulous. You make me want to sing. But that would be sad for all of us. Just read your posts all the way down to "Older Posts." Wanted to let you know that I sent you an e-mail -- an invitation!! Check it out and get back to me. xo P.S. Thanks for the comments on the blog.

  25. You have such a gift for reading your blog. You are a gift from God to me :)

  26. yes. oh, thank you. haphazard bouquets... God loves us this much.

  27. I love this post... one of my favorites.

    I want to take your words form your last paragraph, frame them, and set them in my kitchen window. Just beautiful...

  28. I always leave happy when I stop by for a visit. your special gift is beautiful.

  29. First off, thanks for the idea of cutting the catmint. Mine is totally unruly, so I hacked off some bunches and displayed away. I don't know why I had never thought of that. And, second, I love this post. I'm having a play date tomorrow and fretting about how clean my house is. Come on, it's just a play date. I don't need to make myself appear perfect. Your post was a good reminder. Thanks.

  30. Love your transparency!!
    Love that you notice when the Lord does things to brighten our days.
    Love that sweet "vase" and your table runner is darling!
    Have a wonderful weekend