A’s Heavenly Downloads

‘Whether you turn to the right or to the left, your ears will hear a voice behind you, saying, “This is the way; walk in it”’ Isaiah 30:21

When I woke up last Saturday, I planned to go to the garden centre to pick up some compost for the vegetable seedlings that I’d been growing since late February and intending to plant outside for weeks. I also planned to cook, update my CV, go to the post office to post a letter that I should’ve posted days ago and then write. 

Saturdays and Wednesdays are the days that I have set aside to write, it’s almost like my promise to God to show Him my appreciation and attempt to document just a fraction of the ways that He’s been good to me. 

Anyway, I managed to get to the garden centre that morning and picked up 2 bags of organic compost and a lovely bargain- priced houseplant to replace my neglected, half dead pothos ivy in my conservatory.

The half-hour drive there was absolutely lovely, the roads were clear and quiet with beautiful countryside views. I literally gasped in awe at one stage, when I turned a corner on a winding road arched with thick green tree canopies to a wide-open view overlooking a gorgeous, sprawling field full of fiery red poppies. Stunning! It was my first time visiting that particular store, I happened to stumble on its website the night before, whilst searching online for compost online and found that they stocked the product I was after. 

Unfortunately when I got home afterwards, I didn’t feel able to do any of the other things I had planned to do. I was totally worn out. I started to write but didn’t finish. I tried again on Wednesday and again today. I’ve jotted down lots of notes, because a lot has happened in the last 10 days, but I’m struggling to find the energy to formulate full sentences out of them. Honestly, I’ve been struggling with my energy levels for the last couple of weeks and used up a lot on the allotment today when I finally  planted out those seedlings.

This evening I started feeling guilty about spending all day on the allotment, instead of  putting God (or my promise to Him) first, by writing. So I put on some praise and worship music and prayed for the Holy Spirit’s help and guidance. I soon felt the a sense of relief afterwards, almost as if I wasn’t obliged to continue writing this evening, but also a desire to carry on. So I did. 

I started looking back over my notes and emails but was unable to find the Devotionals that spoke to me last Saturday. I later realised that I’d gotten last Saturday’s date wrong and was mistakenly looking at emails that I had received on a different date. In any event this mistake led me to find two devotionals that spoke to me about what flowers symbolise in the bible and what Jesus teaches us about a life of worship. The first devotional talked about how God uses the wildflowers to point out the beauty displayed on the earth, his divine provision and care for His children. 

The second devotionals reminded me that worship must be from the heart and includes gratitude. My writing must be from the heart, it shouldn’t feel like a chore.

There goes our Lord again, helping me out, directing me, providing me with the material that I was meant to come up with. Just like He provided the sacrifice for our sins so we wouldn’t have to bear the cost ourselves.

And so at this prompt, instead of worrying about how to write up the rest of my notes, I am leaving this post here as an appreciation to God for His creativity, attention to detail and beauty that He has given us to enjoy. To my loving creator and Heavenly Father, for His splendour, provision and guidance. For Hus sacrifice.

Thank you Lord 🙏 ❤️ 

‘Who of you by worrying can add a single hour to your life ? Since you cannot do this very little thing, why do you worry about the rest? 

Consider how the wild flowers grow. They do not labor or spin. Yet I tell you, not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these. 

If that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today, and tomorrow is thrown into the fire, how much more will he clothe you…’ Luke 12: 25-28