The faucet in my garden has a leak. My garden also goes neglected much of the time and for about six months was not intentionally watered. There is little rainfall here in southern California, so naturally, most of my garden became filled with scraggly weeds, many of which died by early June, but the area around the faucet was lush and overgrown.
I spent some good time with God today. I wrote down whatever came to mind but was mostly silent. It had been a while since I had done that, and I realized how great a part of me had been missing for that time. Why had I not taken the time to connect with God in so long? The call to spend time with God is so quiet, and the other demands of life often drown it out. Yet my greatest joy is when I soak up God’s presence like that corner of my garden under the leaky faucet.