I want to be a gardener. I love beautiful gardens and the more I learn, the more I realize how much time, and process and discipline and patience it requires to build a beautiful garden. In the few years I have had my very own garden, I cannot believe the labor I have put into it, and the affection I have for it. I watch it closely, get down into the mud and baby my plants. I nurture them, I move them, I watch over them, I seek ways to make them grow and thrive.
Gardening is the antithesis of my nature. I am fast moving and talking and wanting progress and quick results. I loathe the slow. But wow, has gardening taught me things about myself and God.
He is endlessly patient. He is fussing over us, positioning us, caring for us, in ways we will never understand.
I wrote this today as I reflected on Him- the master gardener of our souls. He who has created the mystery of the seed under earth- bursting to life at just the right time. He who created us each to be a reflection of His glory- each adding to the full picture of His masterful garden (which is us, His prized possession).