I have finally decided to join the blogging community...

It has been a couple of years now that I have decided that I want to start a blog. This week I finally felt the urge/need to start it. I had decided on the name and a little push from my daughter and her help in designing the page, and voila - here I am on the world wide web!

Let me tell you why this week. I have decided to quit my job. I have to admit that it is more painful than I thought it would be. I know that this is the right thing to do as I have thought about this for a long time. I have worked at this job for the last 6 years and I have enjoyed it. I love the people and the work. So I keep asking myself why?

I have a deep relationship with Jesus and as I look back and see His working in my life and my family and I see that He has always had a plan for us that was always good. And He has revealed that plan to us at the right time. Very often it has seemed irrational and counterculture but when He speaks and we hear, and we are obedient, then we see His blessings pour down.

I know that I know, that my season is up at this place and so I am going and expecting that He will direct my paths. The promise that comes to my mind is: The Sovereign LORD is my strength; he makes my feet like the feet of a deer, he enables me to tread on the heights. Habakuk 3:19

The name of my blog - A Well Watered Garden. I love and understand gardening. I love to see the results of planting a seed, feeding it and watering it and see the flowers bloom. This year my garden looks the best it has been and I realised that all I have done is water it every day. Water has been called the essence of life. The Bible is full of references for "water" - one of the most famous being Jesus offering the woman at the well, waters of eternal life.

I will be back with more random thougths another day.

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