“What is a weed? A plant whose virtues have not yet been discovered.”
–Ralph Waldo Emerson
Four years ago this spring, I had just tipped my feet into the waters of blogging. I had just begun to accept this journey with chronic illness, and I was just starting down the road of letting my garden speak to me, instead of directing what I thought that garden should say.
And I wrote a post, (read it here,) telling how I felt my heart awakening to God’s calling forth a remnant of life in my soul that had long lay hidden. I didn’t know what that remnant was, only that I felt a stirring. I had just devoured a book by my dear friend, Joy Lenton, filled with poems (Find her book, Seeking Solace here.) In the post I quoted her poem titled “Awakening.” It was an apt word, as something was being awakened in the depth of my heart.
In this current season, when my dear friend Anna sent me a beautiful card with photos of an abundant garden I felt another awakening as I heard Him calling me forward again . . .
The Remnant Calls
Asleep, awake The heart still beats But lately I have wondered Dropping, dropping I've felt life ebbing When a pulse becomes a whisper What is awakened then? Is a heart more than beating? Is a life more than the body? Awake, asleep The heart goes on beating But if it stops? A remnant remains And the remnant still calls from out of the mist This life is for more than beating and breath Spirit awaken Love overwhelm Awake, Asleep My heart is for love. --bg
The weeds in my garden have overwhelmed the neat, tidy beds that I worked for years to create and maintain. I’ve agonized and pondered those weeds. But no solution has ever arisen to my thoughts. And then while reading a book about a garden of healing created by cancer survivor, Deborah Marqui, From the Fire into the Garden, a quote suddenly reached into my heart:
“What is a weed? A plant whose virtues have not yet been discovered.”Ralph Waldo Emerson
Could it be that my Great Master Gardener, the Lord of my Heart, had intended for me to see something so differently in this awakening-of-my-soul place of living? A bed full of what I called weeds in the past season of life suddenly sprang into beauty this year:
This vividly glowing stand of wildflowers is commonly called Purple Deadnettle. It only grew up into this healthy clump as my weeding days have become almost non-existent. But God knew what He wanted to speak to me through this garden’s blooming.
And my questions are lifting Heavenward today. Are there more plants around me in which He would reveal a beauty unbeknownst to me? Only He can determine the good seeds from among the weeds.
Jesus told them another parable: “The kingdom of heaven is like a man who sowed good seed in his field. But while everyone was sleeping, his enemy came and sowed weeds among the wheat, and went away. When the wheat sprouted and formed heads, then the weeds also appeared.
“The owner’s servants came to him and said, ‘Sir, didn’t you sow good seed in your field? Where then did the weeds come from?’
“‘An enemy did this,’ he replied.
“The servants asked him, ‘Do you want us to go and pull them up?“
“No,’ he answered, ‘because while you are pulling the weeds, you may uproot the wheat with them. Let both grow together until the harvest. At that time I will tell the harvesters: First collect the weeds and tie them in bundles to be burned; then gather the wheat and bring it into my barn.’” Matthew 13:24-30 NIV
This week I am scheduled to begin the process for a Nerve Ablation (high frequency radio waves to essentially burn off the end of the offending pinched Occipital Nerve in my head) by getting an MRI. The whole process will take more than a month, by time the trial-runs have finished in preparation for the actual procedure in late June. And next week I am scheduled to begin the process of re-starting my Rheumatoid Arthritis infusions, again a process that will take more than 6 weeks to hopefully kick-start my body’s reception of a medication. In the meantime, I am still dealing with the additional symptoms of P.O.T.S-like dizziness and erratic blood pressure, with confusion and uncertainty.
Is there a beauty in my garden of soul-plants that in the past I would have labeled as only weeds? My heart has felt such a call to prayer these last several weeks. Our world seems to be reeling under the weight of so many weeds. So many of my loved ones are facing confusing and heavy days of testing.
Could it be that our Soul-Gardener is grooming and tending an awakening that is blooming even in this place of confusion and overgrown weeds?
I pray that my heart will be ready.
Could it be that the Great Soul-Gardener is asking you to look at the plants in your life? What if He is preparing a new sort of blooming for you?
Would you pray with me today?
Thank You for being such a tender Master Gardener of our souls. We are so amazed by the ways that You speak to our hearts through the plants and gardens around us. Would You help us to open our hearts to see Your beauty in places we may not have looked before? Forgive us for pulling out weeds without pausing to look at the true beauty of nature’s seeds. And forgive us for doubting You, and trying to pull out weeds in our souls that You have meant to remain for a blossoming of Your true seeds. We bow before You now and acknowledge that we want Your planting, Your grooming, and Your growing in our lives. Prepare our hearts to receive Your growth in this new season today. We love You our dear Lord.
In Your name, Jesus, we pray,