Good morning…
Last month, she sent me gorgeous photos from her visit to Gibbs Gardens. Breathtaking are the blending colors, shapes, and textures. Grass and sky. Water and trees. Real and reflections. Not one. Not two.
Now slowly scrolling through, I sip and share the beauty.
After reading our post from yesterday, My Bitter Mistake, she emailed me again, sharing words that seem to mirror the lush richness of the garden.
“Sue,” she wrote. “What a beautiful meditation this morning as we start this holiday season. Your use of the word mull brought mulled into my mind, as in mulled wine. Wine is mulled by being heated, infusing it with various spices and different fruits, then allowing the wine to absorb the impact of each flavorful influence. Ultimately, mulled wine is served as a changed product.”
“As I mull over my mistakes and hurtful words or actions,” she continued, “I welcome the infusion of different perspectives from you, from family, from God, infusions which will change me into a cup of warm, welcoming presence. As I am mulled by the important influences in my daily life, I become a changed person.”
God guides our mulling process. He transforms a dry, lonely desert into pools of living water, parched ground into lively springs. And He allows those who are hungry to live there so that they might build a livable city (Psalm 107:35-36, VOICE). As we sip and share life together, might the dry and lonely places of our heart be transformed into pools of living water?
…Sue…
