Today is the first day of Spring! I just had to get outside after lunch and get my hands dirty! There is nothing like the smell of spring dirt fragrant with life yet to be! Just the right consistency, damp and enriched from the winter leaf cover, brimming with root, stem, and leaf movement eyes have yet to witness; it beckons me to join in the celebration!
I spent most of my time raking leaves that refused to give up their nutrients; their contribution-protection from frigid temperatures. I then attacked the vigorous growth I label weeds, already blossoming, and vibrantly green; I pull them up; I discard Your handiwork, Lord. How callous, how thoughtless of me! One year, I should let Your plants grow, blossom, and bloom wherever they like! My attempts to dig, plant, water, and fertilize varieties I select inevitably ends in frustration and early death!
Yes, I heard Your, “So, do you see a pattern here?” Uh … yep.
I choose to take matters into my own hands; Your suggestions unheeded; Your plans disregarded; Your all-powerful help refused; Your all-knowing creative genius dismissed. And the result … can we have a drum roll please? Success outnumbered by failure! Teaming up with You, Dear Lord, seems the obvious path; when will I learn?
Please forgive my arrogance, my self-reliance, my unwillingness to accept help, my strong-willed stubbornness. I would do much better to attach my efforts to Yours. You lovingly offer to lead; forgive me for thinking my path is better.
Thank You, Dear Lord, for sitting there with me, in the garden I dare call mine. How we love bending over, tending new life together. I find You in the garden; You find me. No wonder time seems to fly as we toil over soil tenderly prepared by You. I am blessed beyond words. Amen
Let my teaching fall like rain and my words descend like dew, like showers on new grass, like abundant rain on tender plants. Deuteronomy 32:2 New International Version
Let us know; let us press on to know the Lord; His going out is sure as the dawn; He will come to us as the showers, as the spring rains that water the earth. Psalm 118:24 New International Version
Psalm 118:24-25 The Message
Thank you for responding to me;
You’ve truly become my salvation!
The stone the masons discarded as flawed
is now the capstone!
This is God’s work.
We rub our eyes—we can hardly believe it!
This is the very day God acted—
let’s celebrate and be festive!
Salvation now, God. Salvation now!
Oh yes, God—a free and full life!
One of my very favorite hymns.
In The Garden
Text and Music: C. Austin Miles 1913
I come to the garden alone
While the dew is still on the roses
And the voice I hear falling on my ear
The Son of God discloses.
And He walks with me, and He talks with me,
And He tells me I am His own;
And the joy we share as we tarry there,
None other has ever known.
He speaks, and the sound of His voice,
Is so sweet the birds hush their singing,
And the melody that He gave to me
Within my heart is ringing.
I’d stay in the garden with Him
Though the night around me be falling,
But He bids me go; through the voice of woe
His voice to me is calling.