It's Raining and I Just Watered the Flowers

I don't have a green thumb.  In fact, I may be spoiled enough to admit that the physical labor involved in planting, soiling, watering and maintaining does nothing for me.  If I could hire a landscaper, give him or her a plan of action and manage it down to the last azalea bush I would.  But that costs money so *sigh* the dream ends there.

I took myself to the Exchange and bought two hanging flowered plant thingies and two sit-on-the-front porch flower plant thingies. I don't know what kind they are.  The big tag draped over the hanger said "low maintenance" and I was sold.  This I can do. Hang, water and enjoy. And if it happens to rain some days than I've cut down  50% of the responsibility. Suh-weet.

I made it home with my purchases in tack although tipped over in back of the family van.  Prim and I watered them judiciously and I even added some Miracle Grow plant food for good measure, hung and placed everything in the back yard. Not bad for a few minutes work. Twenty minutes later it rained kittens and poodles and my new "water until moist" plants must be soaking wet.  Ugh.

Doesn't that seem how life is some days?  You wash your car only to have it rain the same day or you make cupcakes for your kids class only to realize that another mother did the same and hers are WAY cuter and much more Martha than yours.  Couldn't you bang your head against the nearest (and softest) wall when you realize you just folded a basket of dirty clothes thinking they were clean?  And who didn't realize that a clean house, dogs and children is just an oxymoron?

How does that song go? Sometimes you're the windshield/Sometimes you're the bug.  Sometimes you're the Louisville slugger/Sometimes you're the ball.

The great thing is, is that God's in it all.  It doesn't matter if you're the bat or the ball.  It doesn't matter if the cool cupcake mom also happens to wear matching accessories.  It matters that we meet Him where we are.  Rumpled, tired and woebegotten.  Or on a good day; showered, lip-glossed and rockin' a new pair of jeans.  What He cares about is our heart, and for me, that is enough....