Monday, July 23, 2007

Plow Winds

In the wee hours of Saturday morning (3:30 a.m.) we were all awakened by a very loud thunderstorm. Along with the thunder and lightening came hail and winds up to 100 km per hour. Upon inspection of our house, outbuildings, vehicles and yard the next morning, we discovered minimal damage. Except to the garden.

I was devastated by what I saw. Just a few posts ago I was thanking God for the bountiful harvest that seemed to be coming our way. But those dreams were shattered when I saw what effect the plow winds had on our garden. It looked like a huge rolling machine came in and rolled everything down as flat as it could. The corn in particular took a beating. Near tears, I shared my feelings with Wayne about how devastated I was that our garden was ruined. We both agreed that likely most of the vegetables might pull through--but not the corn. We all worked at pulling it back up, encouraging it to lean upwards instead of downwards, but it was no use. Our corn was finished. My dreams of eating fresh corn-on-the cob dripping in butter in a few weeks were now over.

This is what I saw when I went to inspect the garden:

Wayne put things into perspective for me, though. He informed me that yes, the garden suffered damage. But our house (minus one shingle), our vehicles, our outbuildings and the rest of our landscaping appeared unscathed. We were all okay. Things could have been worse.

Then, as we left for the city to run errands, I was reminded even more of God's hand in the storm, and how we actually had been saved from a worse outcome. Many of the farmers' fields in our area were damaged worse than our corn. For them, this is their livelihood. For me, the garden is not quite so important. As we travelled along, witnessing the damage beyond our own little world, I was grateful. I was grateful for God's protection of our family. And His provision beyond my expectations.

Now, two days later, my garden is pretty much back to normal. Even the corn. I did not expect the corn to survive. But in my desperate plea to save the corn, I believe God is honoring my request. Today we're picking peas for preparation to freeze and yesterday we had our first meal of potatoes from our garden! God is good! All the time.

And F.Y.I. . . . in my last post about the garden I mentioned how we had gone a bit crazy with the amount of vegetables we'd planted just for a family of four--well, our intention is to share our blessings with others less fortunate.


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stacey said...

i am so glad the garden survived!

p.s. i left you a message in my blog post today :)

Kristy said...

This post made me sad - but I'm SO GLAD that your garden survived!!

agsew627 said...

When we lived in Yellowknife, I tried growing corn in my garden. Even though it had started in a green house and I transplanted it into my richly fertilized soil, it barely grew. I found out later that there was too much sunlight for the corn to do well; it actually needs darkness to grow properly. It's amazing that corn that flat can recover. It's gotta be a God thing.