Mystical Gardens Tale
The Woman Who Tried to Teach God
There was a woman who prayed every single day. She kept careful lists in a small, worn notebook. Names of people who were hurting. Problems that needed fixing.
Situations that clearly required immediate attention.
Her prayers were long, sincere, and very organized. She watched. She waited. When nothing happened, she began not only telling God what was wrong — she also told Him exactly how to fix it.
She explained what He should change first, who should apologize, who should understand, who should suffer less, who should be corrected, and what outcome would finally make everything right.
And yet… Nothing seemed to happen. Days passed. Then weeks. Then months. People were still broken. Situations were still tangled. Her lists only grew longer.
“I have waited so long for you to do something. I have even given You my best advice,” she finally prayed one evening. “I can see what needs to be done. Why won’t You listen?”
Her heart grew heavy with disappointment.
One afternoon, tired of her own thoughts, she went for a walk and wandered into a quiet garden she had never noticed before. Wildflowers leaned toward stone paths, and sunlight filtered gently through the leaves. In the center stood an ancient tree — wide, rooted, and peaceful, as if it had watched centuries pass without hurry.
She went to the tree and sat beneath it. She was frustrated and tired. Not knowing anything else she could do, she leaned against the tree and sighed. She told the tree everything.
She spoke of unanswered prayers. Of frustration. Of how clearly she could see the solutions. Of how God simply refused to follow them. “I try so hard to help,” she whispered. “But He won’t listen.”
The tree was silent for a long moment. Then, in a voice as calm as falling leaves, it spoke. “God loves when you bring Him your worries,” the tree said. “He delights when you pray for others. He does not ask for instructions. He knows what is happening.”
The woman froze. The tree continued.
“He sees what you cannot see. He knows what you do not know. He understands every heart involved — not just the ones you are watching.”
“But I can see what needs done,” she protested softly.
“Yes, I believe you can see a need." said the tree. "But He sees all the needs.” The leaves rustled gently above her.
“Sometimes,” the tree said, “God does not change the situation right away because first He changes the people involved. And sometimes… He begins with you.”
The woman’s throat tightened.
“You cannot change God,” the tree continued kindly. “But you can learn to trust Him and listen to Him. And when you do, He will begin changing you in ways that will allow you to help others more gently, more wisely, and more lovingly.”
She felt warmer somehow. The tree finished softly: “Prayer is not about teaching God what to do. It is about learning how to walk with Him while He does it.”
The woman closed her notebook. For the first time, she didn’t add anything or make a new list. Instead, she whispered a different kind of prayer: “Father, teach me how to listen.”
The garden was pleased and quietly held her while she learned how to surrender her will and trust God to do what needs done. How to allow Him to do it in His way, in His time. She finally understood what the scriptures meant.
"Trust in the Lord with all of your heart, and lean not on your own understanding. In all your ways acknowledge Him, and He shall direct your paths." Proverbs 3:5 - 6
"For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways My ways, says the Lord." Isaiah 55:8
#MysticalGardens #ChristianFiction #christianfantasy #christianwriter #stacyfrantz
The Woman Who Tried to Teach God
There was a woman who prayed every single day. She kept careful lists in a small, worn notebook. Names of people who were hurting. Problems that needed fixing.
Situations that clearly required immediate attention.
Her prayers were long, sincere, and very organized. She watched. She waited. When nothing happened, she began not only telling God what was wrong — she also told Him exactly how to fix it.
She explained what He should change first, who should apologize, who should understand, who should suffer less, who should be corrected, and what outcome would finally make everything right.
And yet… Nothing seemed to happen. Days passed. Then weeks. Then months. People were still broken. Situations were still tangled. Her lists only grew longer.
“I have waited so long for you to do something. I have even given You my best advice,” she finally prayed one evening. “I can see what needs to be done. Why won’t You listen?”
Her heart grew heavy with disappointment.
One afternoon, tired of her own thoughts, she went for a walk and wandered into a quiet garden she had never noticed before. Wildflowers leaned toward stone paths, and sunlight filtered gently through the leaves. In the center stood an ancient tree — wide, rooted, and peaceful, as if it had watched centuries pass without hurry.
She went to the tree and sat beneath it. She was frustrated and tired. Not knowing anything else she could do, she leaned against the tree and sighed. She told the tree everything.
She spoke of unanswered prayers. Of frustration. Of how clearly she could see the solutions. Of how God simply refused to follow them. “I try so hard to help,” she whispered. “But He won’t listen.”
The tree was silent for a long moment. Then, in a voice as calm as falling leaves, it spoke. “God loves when you bring Him your worries,” the tree said. “He delights when you pray for others. He does not ask for instructions. He knows what is happening.”
The woman froze. The tree continued.
“He sees what you cannot see. He knows what you do not know. He understands every heart involved — not just the ones you are watching.”
“But I can see what needs done,” she protested softly.
“Yes, I believe you can see a need." said the tree. "But He sees all the needs.” The leaves rustled gently above her.
“Sometimes,” the tree said, “God does not change the situation right away because first He changes the people involved. And sometimes… He begins with you.”
The woman’s throat tightened.
“You cannot change God,” the tree continued kindly. “But you can learn to trust Him and listen to Him. And when you do, He will begin changing you in ways that will allow you to help others more gently, more wisely, and more lovingly.”
She felt warmer somehow. The tree finished softly: “Prayer is not about teaching God what to do. It is about learning how to walk with Him while He does it.”
The woman closed her notebook. For the first time, she didn’t add anything or make a new list. Instead, she whispered a different kind of prayer: “Father, teach me how to listen.”
The garden was pleased and quietly held her while she learned how to surrender her will and trust God to do what needs done. How to allow Him to do it in His way, in His time. She finally understood what the scriptures meant.
"Trust in the Lord with all of your heart, and lean not on your own understanding. In all your ways acknowledge Him, and He shall direct your paths." Proverbs 3:5 - 6
"For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways My ways, says the Lord." Isaiah 55:8
#MysticalGardens #ChristianFiction #christianfantasy #christianwriter #stacyfrantz
🌿 Mystical Gardens Tale 🌿
The Woman Who Tried to Teach God
There was a woman who prayed every single day. She kept careful lists in a small, worn notebook. Names of people who were hurting. Problems that needed fixing.
Situations that clearly required immediate attention.
Her prayers were long, sincere, and very organized. She watched. She waited. When nothing happened, she began not only telling God what was wrong — she also told Him exactly how to fix it.
She explained what He should change first, who should apologize, who should understand, who should suffer less, who should be corrected, and what outcome would finally make everything right.
And yet… Nothing seemed to happen. Days passed. Then weeks. Then months. People were still broken. Situations were still tangled. Her lists only grew longer.
“I have waited so long for you to do something. I have even given You my best advice,” she finally prayed one evening. “I can see what needs to be done. Why won’t You listen?”
Her heart grew heavy with disappointment.
One afternoon, tired of her own thoughts, she went for a walk and wandered into a quiet garden she had never noticed before. Wildflowers leaned toward stone paths, and sunlight filtered gently through the leaves. In the center stood an ancient tree — wide, rooted, and peaceful, as if it had watched centuries pass without hurry.
She went to the tree and sat beneath it. She was frustrated and tired. Not knowing anything else she could do, she leaned against the tree and sighed. She told the tree everything.
She spoke of unanswered prayers. Of frustration. Of how clearly she could see the solutions. Of how God simply refused to follow them. “I try so hard to help,” she whispered. “But He won’t listen.”
The tree was silent for a long moment. Then, in a voice as calm as falling leaves, it spoke. “God loves when you bring Him your worries,” the tree said. “He delights when you pray for others. He does not ask for instructions. He knows what is happening.”
The woman froze. The tree continued.
“He sees what you cannot see. He knows what you do not know. He understands every heart involved — not just the ones you are watching.”
“But I can see what needs done,” she protested softly.
“Yes, I believe you can see a need." said the tree. "But He sees all the needs.” The leaves rustled gently above her.
“Sometimes,” the tree said, “God does not change the situation right away because first He changes the people involved. And sometimes… He begins with you.”
The woman’s throat tightened.
“You cannot change God,” the tree continued kindly. “But you can learn to trust Him and listen to Him. And when you do, He will begin changing you in ways that will allow you to help others more gently, more wisely, and more lovingly.”
She felt warmer somehow. The tree finished softly: “Prayer is not about teaching God what to do. It is about learning how to walk with Him while He does it.”
The woman closed her notebook. For the first time, she didn’t add anything or make a new list. Instead, she whispered a different kind of prayer: “Father, teach me how to listen.”
The garden was pleased and quietly held her while she learned how to surrender her will and trust God to do what needs done. How to allow Him to do it in His way, in His time. She finally understood what the scriptures meant.
đź“– "Trust in the Lord with all of your heart, and lean not on your own understanding. In all your ways acknowledge Him, and He shall direct your paths." Proverbs 3:5 - 6
đź“– "For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways My ways, says the Lord." Isaiah 55:8
#MysticalGardens #ChristianFiction #christianfantasy #christianwriter #stacyfrantz
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