This is my garden."Green Acres" at its finest! I am like a kid at play when I get in my little garden. I have spent HOURS, removing stones from this small area, and I have not even made a dent! I am especially excited about my watermelon! The tomato bushes are growing (in spite of the stones) I already have a few blooms! I am reminded of the parable where Jesus spoke of the Four Soils...my soil is kinda rocky and I have lost a few plants because when the sun, the VERY HOT SUN, comes out, some of the plants were scorched and they withered because they had no root. How is your soil? Did the birds come along and eat your seed before it was ever consumed by the soil? Is your soil a bit rocky? Do you have thorny soil or do you have good soil so that you can produce a crop? My prayer for you today is that you strive for good soil in every area of you life! Be blessed and know I love each of you.
Now let's press on to God's precious little creatures. Today's specialty? The plague of FROGS! I assume they are trying to find water, but I can assure you, there are no water puddles in my PURSE! Sunday morning I thought Ken was going to have to call 911. Wait, we don't have 911...anyway, I was preparing to go to church; since we walk to church (it's not that far) I don't carry a large purse, I grab a small bag for water, keys and sweat rag (ok that sounds unladylike) my tissue. I reached in my purse for my travel size Kleenex (sweat rag) and Glory Be, a frog the size of Mount Rushmore was sitting right beside my "tissue". So I did the only thing any strong American woman would do, I SCREAMED! Just kidding, I was brave, I pushed my purse over with my foot and prayed he would come out. He smiled at me and "hoppily" went on his way. I did not have time before church to put my catchers mitt on and chase him around the house so he made his "hoppy" way to my kitchen. TODAY, we met face to face in my roasting pan. Ya know there comes a point and time where this gets ...very trying. This was one of those days, the top of my nose started to burn, you know that little pain in your nose right before you cry? I called Ken, but he was outside watering the garden and could not come at that moment. I did not want to lose sight of my new friend again, so I put on my big girl panties, my catchers mitt (actually it was an oven mitt) and I started chasing this frog around the kitchen-now there is a visual for you! My first thought was "Let My People Go" I'm crawling around on the cement floor chasing a frog...but I have to do this, there is no telling what he has been doing in my cabinet the past 48 hours. He may have relieved himself in my silverware drawer, or heaven forbid "had his way with a friend" in my tea pitcher! Good news, I caught the frog, tossed him out the door and continued cooking! Just a day in the life of living in Zambia, never a dull moment.