A Sign

I pray for a sign from my Higher Power each day. May I hear and heed your calling for me, I say. And sure enough, it comes. Every day, in some way.

Yesterday was at my Sharing Garden at a community garden for refugees-of-war in the most diverse square mile in the USA. This sign was not there a week ago. I don’t know who put it there. It is right in front of the row where my garden is. Uganda was where I was scheduled to serve. Where I was packed and ready to go when the world stopped spinning.

Boys who are refugees from Africa were riding around on bikes and playing with the hose while I was pulling off dead kale leaves and wrapping little bean tendrils around bamboo poles. One told me he loved my garden and I asked if he would water it (pro tip: people of all ages love to water — see a photo of my friend Carolyn from last week*).

He had been spraying his friends. As I was leaving on my bike, I asked if he would spray me, too (the heat and humidity was becoming oppressive). He did, we all laughed, and I rode on, carrying this experience in my heart along with the thousands of others that have happened this past year. Feeling welcome, like this sign says:

“Welcome” sign at the Sharing Garden at the Jolly Avenue Community Garden for refugees-of-war in Clarkston, Georgia, USA

I had not intended to start this garden last August. I had simply volunteered for an hour or two when my Peace Corps service to Uganda (original departure date June 4, 2020) was delayed yet again and I ended up clearing a whole hunk of land and never leaving. I go every week. A lot has happened.

And now, here I am again, at another crossroads in my life. And so, the prayer. The sign. The boys with the bikes and hose.

I’m not sure what’s next. But, as always, I trust the journey.

*Carolyn watering the Sharing Garden after riding with me from Decatur to Clarkston, Georgia, USA (see my PeopleForBikes bike tours #7 and 8 here for more about Traveling at the Speed of Bike in those two cities)

Carolyn Rader watering the Sharing Garden at the Jolly Avenue Community Garden for Refugees in Clarkston, Georgia, USA

UPDATE: Stay tuned — someone very interesting has reached out to me and there’s a little bit of a big idea brewing . . .