A Letter to My Younger Self

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I recently had the privilege of joining Susie Davis on her Dear Daughters podcast. In preparation for our conversation, Susie asked if I would pen a letter to my younger self. You can listen to our full interview right here. The letter I shared with Susie and her listeners is printed for you below.

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Dear Twelve-year-old Christie reading her copy of The Secret Garden for the third time,

I know that book is filling your heart with a sweet but painful ache. I know you want a garden of your own.

I remember how those descriptions of an English springtime blooming with daffodils sent you straight outside into your father’s Texas garden. But I also remember what you found there: mosquitoes, fire ants, scorching heat, and a humidity so thick it took your breath away.

You gave up. You did not ask your Dad “for a bit of earth” as Mary had in the story. You would never grow beautiful things. Didn’t have what it takes, apparently. Best to stay indoors and read another book and another book and another book until the Texas summer finally gave way to the first cold front of November.

Dear girl, so hungry for beauty. Keep reading those books. Keep dreaming of daffodils with yellow trumpets through you have never seen them with your own eyes. That desire for a bit of earth has been planted in you by your Maker. It is good no matter that it hurts so much right now. Don’t stuff it down too far. Don’t see it as a sign of your own failure. Nurture it with stories. Feed it with the roses your mother cuts from your father’s garden and places in a jam jar on the kitchen table. Enjoy the Texas wildflowers in March, those fields of red and blue. They are every bit as beautiful as Mary’s secret garden, though they need no care from you.

One day you will understand why you read that book so many times, and you will give thanks for the ground beneath your grownup feet.

You will understand that this is no ordinary ground. It is ground prepared for you–prepared for your spade and your watering can, your dreams and your desires–years before you knew it would be given to you.

And when the daffodils you planted bloom by the hundreds you will sing a song of praise to the God who calls forth music from yellow-petaled trumpets.

Yours,

Christie

Ep. 17 – When the Answer is “No”

This is the story of a Jasmine-scented South African summer night.

This is a story about disappointment in God, and this is a conversation about the dreams that do NOT come true.

Christie and Lisa-Jo recorded this episode the week of Christie’s twenty-second wedding anniversary. They marveled over the long years of their friendship, and all the dreams-come-true they have witnessed in each other’s lives.

But what about those dreams that don’t come true?

Can we trust a God who sometimes says NO? Is that God still good?

Lisa-Jo tells the story of her most bitter disappointment and the surprising encounter she had one warm, South African night.

Out of the Ordinary

The podcast for anyone who’s ever felt the nagging frustration of wondering if her life is too small, too boring or too ordinary to make a difference. Lisa-Jo Baker and Christie Purifoy, longtime friends and bestselling authors, explore the surprising ways that cultivating ordinary life leads to extraordinary stories.

Visit our official podcast page!

Christie Purifoy

Christie Purifoy

Co-Host

A writer and gardener, her favorite ordinary things include strawberry jam, homegrown flowers, and old books with someone else’s notes in them.

Find Christie’s books here.

Lisa-Jo Baker

Lisa-Jo Baker

Co-Host

A reader and writer, her favorite ordinary things include hot tea with milk and sugar, a good movie, her mom’s hand-me-down books and Sunday afternoon naps.

Find Lisa-Jo’s books here.

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Today at church after our prayer of confession, we sang “Christ have mercy, Lord have mercy,” just those words over and over. My younger son poked his elbow in my ribs and whispered, “Mom, are these really the only words in this song?”
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The Greek word for mercy has the same root as oil. Mercy isn’t only forgiveness instead of punishment, mercy is healing, soothing oil. Lord, have mercy, we pray, which means, Lord, soothe me, comfort me, take away my pain, and show me your steadfast love.
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What other words do we need?
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I don’t normally post on Sundays, but it’s the first day of spring, I have picked the first daffodils, and I’ve now slept with my bedroom window open two nights in a row. Those things don’t erase all that’s hard and heavy, but oh my goodness, how they help. Spring, you are God’s mercy.
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#fromdaffodilstodahlias #springcomestomaplehurst
I feel as if I am standing on the exact edge that divides winter from spring, old from new, dead from alive. 🌿 Gardeners are the most patient of thrill seekers. We hesitate to leave home, not because we are uninterested in drama or change, but because we can’t bear to miss a thing. And so much is always happening, even while the garden sleeps. 🌿
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#weareplacemakers #springcomestomaplehurst
I had been hoping green would follow brown, but I’ll take an interval of white.
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#throughtheseoldwindows #amaplehurstwinter
Signs (and scents) of hope around the house. 🌿 I read and write for a living, friends, so I feel fully qualified to tell you that our homes tell stories. ☺️ And they don’t need fancy kitchens or expensive new anythings in order to do it. 🌿
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#wearegardenmakers #weareplacemakers #springcomestomaplehurst
A hard chapter, but not the end of the story.
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#wearegardenmakers #maplehurstflowergarden
I’m a deep thinker whose love language is beauty, and I can’t tell you how many friends and family members, after reading my first book #rootsandsky told me some version of “Wow, I had no idea all that was going on in your head.” I try to remember that when my teenagers don’t seem to have much to say.
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Anyhow, I mostly show up here to share some of what I’m thinking about and some of the beauty I’m noticing, but sometimes? I need to stop overthinking and show my own face and simply say, “Hello! I’m glad you’re here. Thank you for receiving my new book Garden Maker so well. I’m glad you like it. Aren’t gardens the most glorious things? 🌿
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#wearegardenmakers #weareplacemakers
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Ep. 16 – When Your Worst Fear Comes True

This is the story of your worst fear come true.

This is a conversation about trusting God with our kids, and others we love, this new year. Christie and Lisa-Jo recorded this episode after celebrating one son’s eleventh birthday in the Black Barn at Maplehurst. If children make wishes when they blow out birthday candles, the parents who love them make wishes, too. Mostly we want our kids to be safe.

But what if God wants to give them something better, something more, than safety?

Christie tells the story of the terrible mistake that almost cost her young son’s life, leading to a conversation filled with hard questions and trustworthy promises. If you worry about what this year might bring to those you love most in the world, this episode is for you.

Out of the Ordinary

The podcast for anyone who’s ever felt the nagging frustration of wondering if her life is too small, too boring or too ordinary to make a difference. Lisa-Jo Baker and Christie Purifoy, longtime friends and bestselling authors, explore the surprising ways that cultivating ordinary life leads to extraordinary stories.

Visit our official podcast page!

Christie Purifoy

Christie Purifoy

Co-Host

A writer and gardener, her favorite ordinary things include strawberry jam, homegrown flowers, and old books with someone else’s notes in them.

Find Christie’s books here.

Lisa-Jo Baker

Lisa-Jo Baker

Co-Host

A reader and writer, her favorite ordinary things include hot tea with milk and sugar, a good movie, her mom’s hand-me-down books and Sunday afternoon naps.

Find Lisa-Jo’s books here.

RECENT PODCASTS

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#outoftheordinarypodcast is on Instagram!

Today at church after our prayer of confession, we sang “Christ have mercy, Lord have mercy,” just those words over and over. My younger son poked his elbow in my ribs and whispered, “Mom, are these really the only words in this song?”
.
The Greek word for mercy has the same root as oil. Mercy isn’t only forgiveness instead of punishment, mercy is healing, soothing oil. Lord, have mercy, we pray, which means, Lord, soothe me, comfort me, take away my pain, and show me your steadfast love.
.
What other words do we need?
.
I don’t normally post on Sundays, but it’s the first day of spring, I have picked the first daffodils, and I’ve now slept with my bedroom window open two nights in a row. Those things don’t erase all that’s hard and heavy, but oh my goodness, how they help. Spring, you are God’s mercy.
.
#fromdaffodilstodahlias #springcomestomaplehurst
I feel as if I am standing on the exact edge that divides winter from spring, old from new, dead from alive. 🌿 Gardeners are the most patient of thrill seekers. We hesitate to leave home, not because we are uninterested in drama or change, but because we can’t bear to miss a thing. And so much is always happening, even while the garden sleeps. 🌿
.
#weareplacemakers #springcomestomaplehurst
I had been hoping green would follow brown, but I’ll take an interval of white.
.
#throughtheseoldwindows #amaplehurstwinter
Signs (and scents) of hope around the house. 🌿 I read and write for a living, friends, so I feel fully qualified to tell you that our homes tell stories. ☺️ And they don’t need fancy kitchens or expensive new anythings in order to do it. 🌿
.
#wearegardenmakers #weareplacemakers #springcomestomaplehurst
A hard chapter, but not the end of the story.
.
#wearegardenmakers #maplehurstflowergarden
I’m a deep thinker whose love language is beauty, and I can’t tell you how many friends and family members, after reading my first book #rootsandsky told me some version of “Wow, I had no idea all that was going on in your head.” I try to remember that when my teenagers don’t seem to have much to say.
.
Anyhow, I mostly show up here to share some of what I’m thinking about and some of the beauty I’m noticing, but sometimes? I need to stop overthinking and show my own face and simply say, “Hello! I’m glad you’re here. Thank you for receiving my new book Garden Maker so well. I’m glad you like it. Aren’t gardens the most glorious things? 🌿
.
#wearegardenmakers #weareplacemakers
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