for Doris and Hannah
I am a sentimental gardener. I plant flowers that remind me of people and places, times and memories I love.
As I tend the rosemary in my herb garden, it reminds me of the first time I ever traveled to North Africa with my husband and firstborn infant son. I stood on a crumbling terrace overlooking a dirty beach wondering if I could actually bear moving to this country and raising my family.
Looking down, I saw a hedge of rosemary lining the broken tiles, and absently broke off a sprig. Crushing it between my fingers, I inhaled its pungent scent and reflected how it is in our brokenness that the fragrance of Christ is released. Tough times and tough places break us, and release what is inside. Rosemary will always remind me to take courage when God allows me to be crushed in the gentle, strong hands of His will, that the fragrance of Christ may be released to those around me.