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Jesus would be proud of me, I can do miracles too.
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. I often wonder if we are all children of God. Then . . . if he can do miracles I can too, right? Well let’s see if I have? I grew up in concrete-ville; no garden, only apartment buildings. And I hated it. I remember vividly that as a child I often drooled over gardens. I did that from a very young age and haven’t stopped since. |
 If eating flowers is not a miracle, what is? |
When I was 9 years old my walk to school took me through a more affluent area where the houses had gardens. There was one particular garden that stood out from the rest so I always stopped by to take a good look at it. I had to stand on my tippy toes so I could peek over the hedge and when I had, there it was my beautiful garden!
It had a white house with a straw roof and a lawn sprawling all the way to the waters edge.
If I close my eyes now I can still see it. Surrounding the grass was this band of color, a whole border full of blazing flowers.
In those moments I entered a magical place; I just stood there dreaming until I snapped out of it and then I had to run to catch up with the others.
When I was an adult I drooled over nature when on holiday in France, Spain or Italy.
Their fields of sunflowers and lavender still transported me into another magical world.
As I still lived in an apartment building, I’d quench my thirst for a garden at home with an indoor forest of house plants but that somehow didn’t do it for me.
When she showed me a picture of where she lived, I was sold.
I knew that I’d found it. In that country there would be my garden, the garden that I had always wanted.
Never mind that I had no idea where New Zealand was, never mind that I had to leave people and careers and things behind.
Without much further ado we got rid of everything and moved to New Zealand.
Looking back, my heart was speaking very loudly then.
There was little fearful mind chatter going on; all the mind did was busily organizing the move.
Adjusting to life in New Zealand went well. Apart from some hiccups, life went very smoothly.
When we decided to buy a house, I went looking for my garden and when we saw a house with its tree lined drive I knew that was it. The house was friendly, light and cute and the garden large, with a sprawling great lawn. Again we bought from the heart, never once did any mind chatter question the resell value of the property or whether the neighborhood was good enough.
That house was love at first sight.
It served us well, that house and garden all bought by my heart.
And we had great neighbors too. With one I became close friends and when I was pregnant with my first she was pregnant with her third. It was very helpful to have an experienced neighbor when your Mom is so far away.
Then one day I heard a knock on the door and there stood two men. They enquired as to whether we would consider selling the house. I was ready to move on yet I had not started actively looking for another house.
This is the stuff you dream off and it was happening to me.
A petrol company wanted the two corner sections to build a petrol station. So I said sure if you give me two weeks to look around so I can set a price. They agreed, so I went looking for a place that I loved, that would be in the right price range.
The garden had lots of fruit trees; I remember it had at least 10 different kinds growing on the property.
Again instinctively I knew this it and within a month we had moved.
New Zealand had delivered again; this was truly heaven on earth.
I made plum wine, bottled lots of the fruit and often pinched myself when roaming in the garden.
I had a little stream trickling alongside the house and its noise had me drift away when I hung out the washing, just like I drifted away when I was a child.
This time I had to move back towards the city, leaving my beloved fruit trees and trickling stream behind.
However there was a lovely little cottage waiting for me; the sun streamed into the kitchen and living area and it had the most intimate little garden you could think off.
The big trees on the fence line closed the garden in and made it feel so private and snug.
Again the heart had decided and it was strong enough to keep the mind quiet, again the heart chose the best.
But when my girls moved away and our work became internet based, I threw some thought into finally living a real rural lifestyle with a massive garden; one that sprawled out for acres.
I had definitely become more daring by this stage.
From a city apartment to a rural property, if that is not climbing up in the world, I don’t know what is!
However on this occasion the mind was a bit more vocal.
It found the step to be a really big one and a lot more complex.
We had to sell the house and when we didn’t, my mind was stumped as to how to make it happen. There was nobody knocking on the door to buy this time?
Had I run out of miracles????
No.
That 9 year old little girl’s vision to live in a magical garden must have remained embedded in the universe somewhere.
By chance we found out that friends of friends were looking to rent out their amazing property, as they were going overseas for a year. This was totally unexpected and it turned out that the property was just right for us. So we now get to play in this huge garden with its little orchard and fresh water river that runs alongside the house. And we can even swim in this one!
As I said, Jesus can be proud of me, having my strong loving heart and quiet serving mind manifest all my miracles.
I cannot wait for the next one.
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well hey there wilma friend….have missed connecting more regularly so i opted to find you on your blog. well. wow. what an incredible find and opportunity and touching/moving story. isn’t the 9 year old in us such a wise girl??
i adore mine and i adored reading bout yours….when will you move? your ‘city garden’ is quite lovely..but my goodness to the view of your new one. where exactly in the world is this??? thanks for such a heartfelt post 
happy to know you are giddy with glee. in fact i am certain those miracles are possible for each one of us 
hugs….
Heya Tre. Fab surpise to see you turn up here, my cyberspace friend. We have moved and this gorgeous place is in New Zealand. If you ever come this way . . .and yes, living life from such glee is possible always and such a waste when we don’t do it. Hugs to you too.
This is LOVELY, Wilma! Bravo!!
Take me there!
I had gardens like that on my walk to school in Izmir, passed the Ephesus hotel. It was nirvana inside the walls if you could get a glimpse.
Hi Amy and yes let’s go there with a reliable car so we don’t have to fret about break downs on the way
I can imagine the magic of those gardens over there.
Hey Wilma. Having the will to hang onto your childhood dreams takes some doing. I admire that you stuck to your guns and went for it. So many off us give up on our childhood aspirations. So delighted that your heart stayed strong ;0)
I loved reading about your different garden homes, Wilma. I didn’t know about the first couple and they sounded magical too. Of course the miracles keep on coming!
We are creating beings and anything is possible. I love how you are living from your heart. You keep inspiring and reminding me.
Love, Lisa
@ Ann-Marie, It was cool te reflect on this and see how it was a thread through my life without knowing it.
Now we keep our dream alive.
@Lisa. Thanks and remember you are also inspring here on this blog with your veggie bins AND your sea view. However thanks for the encouragement, it is a privilige to be inspiring.
So glad I clicked through and found your blog, the entire premise and content is so inspiring. I love the founding premise of this post – that the miracles of Jesus were meant to show us the beauty and possibility within our own beings, not serve as intimidating examples of our separation from him. Thanks-
Thanks Lisa, for listening and hearing what I am really saying here. Yes, I do think Jesus had no intention to show off, all he wanted to show us was what is possible. I am so pleased I finally listened to his message carefully, at least I think that is what he was saying and it is serving me and the world around me very well. I love when it inspires others, because I am not alone in this.
Wow, it’s refreshing to find a believer amongst the self-help circle! Just imagine if Jesus had a blog.
You are a great story-teller and I am subscribing to your feed.
@Matt. Thank you and yes imagine . . .
Wilma, I love this post..
I can totally relate to this part where you shared:
“However on this occasion the mind was a bit more vocal.
It found the step to be a really big one and a lot more complex.
We had to sell the house and when we didn’t, my mind was stumped as to how to make it happen. There was nobody knocking on the door to buy this time?
Had I run out of miracles????”
i’m here now.
I know there is more but it is taking every ounce of me to hold onto the little girl dreams.
they are of rosebuds, and I am one of them.
lovely post!
sighs,
Jenn
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