Sitting around the table with a few of my loved ones, the conversation had shifted to the gardens around our homes. As my friend’s suffering eyes transformed with a glow when she described her home, I heard myself speaking an answer,
“You’ve planted your soul in the ground of that place.”
It was one of those moments where you feel the words coming from someplace other than your own lips. It was a God-moment for me. Especially when another loved one spoke a word to me later that same night, a word that he had heard while praying:
But when I woke the next morning and opened my Scripture reading to the verse I had just highlighted the morning before, the verse I had forgotten when all my loved ones were sharing with me, I definitely began to sit up and take notice:
Now he who supplies seed to the sower and bread for food will also supply and increase your store of seed and will enlarge the harvest of your righteousness.2 Corinthians 9:10
The questions and the words began to shift and form, as I realized there was such a difference between my own way of seeing and that of my true Master Gardener.
The pain screams loud
But the disease is silent.
The years fly swiftly
But the moments have been stilled.
The sickness courses through my veins
But my joints have become frozen.
The weeds of this disorder take root
While the seeds of righteousness wait in silence.
The Gardener grooms His planting
Nothing is overlooked
He will enlarge His harvest.
My eyes are dismayed by this stillness
But HIS eyes see a crop of beauty ahead.
The cells of my disorder are wreaking havoc
Yet He calls forth PRAISE from my inmost being.
While I feel the curse of sin
My Gardener has planted HIS own soul.
When I see the stony ground of hurting
He works the softness of His good soil.
The Master Gardener has planted
His seed, His heart
Here in the soil of me.
The harvest will come.
This song shared by yet another dear loved one wove it all together in my heart. The song is taken from a verse within my “Life Passage” of Scripture:
“As the heavens are higher than the earth,
so are my ways higher than your ways
and my thoughts than your thoughts.Isaiah 55:9 NIV
Your prayers have been so precious to me, from all of you, my friends and loved ones. God weaves us together in ways we could not imagine. I am on my way to receive the injectable nerve block from the Pain Management Doctor today. I may not know all the details, and yet I know that your life is being planted and groomed today too.
In all of these moments, our Master Gardener is planting His own seeds and grooming His harvest in this soil, this clay of our ground.
I would love to pray with you today:
Dear Lord of our hearts,
Thank You for the beautiful seeds that You have chosen and planted deep within the ground of our hearts, Your home. Thank You that when all we can see is the struggle and the toil, You see the harvest of beauty You have planned. Will You keep lifting our eyes to see the glory coming from Your Presence? When the shovel and trowel cut deep, will You help us to praise You for the softening that is being accomplished? Help us to wait with You, to rejoice in Your ways. You are such a wonderful Lord to us.
In the name of Jesus, we pray,
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