Heidi G karlsson

I planted a garden. Again. This year. As in, same garden. Same place. Same dirt...just a few months after we planted the other one. Yeah, the other one didn’t so much grow. Well, the sweet peas, bless them, they grew. But the corn, pumpkins, and whatever else we tried, didn’t grow. I didn’t water them a single time – it was quite rainy so I figured.. Well, I figured wrong. Plus, there was frost a few times. Poor little fragile lifelings. They didn’t make it. So we tried again. One thing is for sure, I can grow weeds. Those things are the happiest, healthiest, most plentiful bunch of living creatures I’ve seen. Surprisingly, however, I like weeding. It’s tough to find time.. the weeds to stink or cry or promise me money, they just proliferate. And I try to keep up. This time I got advice as to how to plant my seeds. How deep. Where. When. What. It’s funny, the directions are the same on the back of all the seed packages. It said to plant them pretty deep, which I did. Who knows. Could h...

I was wondering if God is spontaneous. I personally don't think He is, but I think that if you talked to Him, He would say "I am." I don't know if I am comforted by the possibility that God might be spontaneous, or if the idea of God planning on doing one thing, and then suddenly changing his mind and doing something that comes out of nowhere.. I guess the fact that He is good takes care of everything... spontaneous or not.