Write His Answer

Today is the third day we’ve had temperatures in the 70s. I’m so excited to discover flowers blooming in my garden and so tempted to begin uncovering the blanket of leaves surrounding them.

But March can be bitter cold and snowy even if the weatherman predicts it will be mild. It seems pointless to check the long-range forecast since weather is something no one can control and there’s no guarantee the forecast will be accurate. Besides, I’d rather believe we’re going to have an early spring.

I confess – I’m impatient. I have a hard time waiting and not just for spring. Forgive me, Father, when I fail to trust Your perfect timing. Help me to joyfully submit to Your work in my life for surely You are . . .

The Master Gardener

He planted the seed in the ground.
Ever so slowly it changed –
actually it died –
that it might be born into something new.

It began to push through the soil.
First one, then another leaf appeared.
From a spindly little seedling
it kept growing – and changing –
until it became a sturdy, bushy plant.
Buds formed and then beautiful flowers unfolded.

In our Christian walk,
we too must first die to ourselves,
surrendering our wills to that of our Maker.
The newness of His life within us
begins to germinate and take root.
We begin to push through problems and obstacles.
As we continue to draw up nourishment from Him –
to become strong and vigorous in His truth –
fruit that we could never produce by ourselves
begins to first bud, and then bloom.
And it is all the work of the Master Gardener.