Cement Pit Garden

A peek at Butchart Gardens (and inside my head). I love that the whole idea to build this garden (by Jennie Butchart) was to take something used-up and ugly and make it beautiful. Her husband had a cement company and had dug out a big hole to get all the limestone to make the cement. Jennie thought they should make the old limestone quarry into a beautiful sunken garden. She had a great idea and the gobs of money it took to make the vision a reality. It’s breathtaking. 

I’m not trying to be a travel martyr or anything, but my head always gets real bad when I travel. It’s such a bummer because it’s one of the things that gives me the greatest joy. I was pretty discouraged and frustrated yesterday. Feeling once again like it’s just not fair. Overwhelmed with the future. The pretty pictures on Instagram can be deceptive. 

Walking through the “garden that came from a pit” made me think of Isaiah 61:3 “To those who mourn in Israel, he will give a crown of beauty instead of ashes, the oil of joy instead of mourning, and a garment of praise instead of a spring of despair. They will be called oaks of righteousness, a planting of the LORD for the display of his splendor.”

It also made me think of this Audrey Assad song: “In the garden of our Savior, no flower grown unseen. His kindness rains like water, on every humble seed. No simple act of mercy, escapes his watchful eye. For there is one who sees me, his hand is over mine. 
In the kingdom of the heavens, no suffering is unknown. Each tear that falls is holy, each breaking heart a throne. There is a song of beauty in every weeping eye. For there is One who loves me, his heart it breaks with mine.”

So if you’re feeling like you’re stuck in the bottom of a used-up, ugly pit these days listen up. There’s a song of beauty in your pain. His heart breaks with yours. Those are holy tears you are crying. He gives you a crown of beauty for your ashes. And he’s growing you to be a big, strong oak of righteousness in his everlasting Japanese garden of splendor.