My wife once had a green thumb. But it was of a particularly virulent type, and she’s now pretty green all over. And just pretty, too. But I digress – beautifying our home, for her, means inside and out, and I have been fascinated by how we are spiritually enriched by the horticultural beauty.
This is taken from her garden blog at Wife, Mother, Gardener, which is worth visiting if you are interested in the art of gardening.
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One cold late-autumn day recently, I stayed inside to do the wife-task of ironing collared shirts for my husband, which I actually enjoy, sometimes. I like to put on music and make it a kind of meditative time; one of the few times that I allow myself to slow down and be reflective while still in my house full of chores.
The pile has over a dozen shirts that I have saved up (and ignored) until I must do this task. I heat up the iron, turn on the music and let the Lord start to iron out the wrinkles in my heart. I draw my curtains back so that I can look out onto the Shade Path while I work.
The song on loop is one of my new favorites, Matt Maher’s song “Garden” because it is quiet – which I need while my two girls rest and my one toddler/baby sleeps. It is also peaceful and reminds me of the Lord’s presence with me…
And you walk with me
You never leave
You’re making my heart a garden
As I start to relax, I begin to let down from my long day. Being the mother of three small children can be exhausting! I give and give, and try to give some more though part of me howls in resentment. I am worn from their needs and requests, but also from the battle with my own selfishness.
I am faced in this quiet moment with my shortcomings… all that I do not do… and all that I do, that I hate.
And I look out at that cold, almost frozen garden.
Everything green is dying down. What’s left is broken, brown, shabby; on its way into the dormant season – the cold, frozen, dead-looking season. Like my heart looks and feels.
Our Shade Path is very near to the sidewalk and the road; our home situated on a fairly busy street. Many, many times in this fall planting season I have been out gardening in the cold afternoon, sometimes in the rain with water dripping down my hood, sometimes with fingers mostly frozen.
And they pass me by.
The cars driving home from work… the kids walking home from school. And I feel the weight of curious, incredulous eyes as they see me out there in that nasty weather. I think to myself, “They must think I am crazy.”
And what am I doing? I am perfecting my garden. That brown mess.
Beloved mess.
I am out there because I love it! I love admiring what is there, even in this harsh season.
I am tweaking the beauty that will exist next year… moving seedlings… planting hundreds of bulbs. The beauty is hidden, dormant; it cannot be seen by normal vision right now. Only through faith can I see it already full of flowers… new growth… new color combinations… new heights of beauty.
And you walk with me
You never leave
You’re making my heart a garden
The chorus sings on and I am suddenly struck: I am a garden!
I am brown and broken, yet loved by my Gardener. He tends me in the most caring way, looking happily at the new growth here and shuffling more bulbs there… and He is making my heart beautiful. Like me, He is an all-weather gardener… enjoying me right where I am, and patiently working into me the beauty that is to come.
God demonstrates his own love for us in this: While we were still sinners, Christ died for us. ~Romans 5:8
He continues to write about adventure, backyard wildlife, and realizing there are no ordinary places, and you can find him at JamesDWitmer.com.
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This is so amazing. Thank you.