It’s time to come clean.
In this summer of gardening, planting, and tilling for new life in Mother Earth’s soil, I have grown…..nothing. There is nary a tomato, jalapeño, cucumber, or corn cob to be found in the soil of Utah Court.
If I’m being real (because I think it’s a Christian blog writer rule that you have to say “being real” at least once or it doesn’t count), I’ve never grown anything. Well, I take that back. Once, Mark and I tried to plant a garden. I think we grew a tomato. Just one. And it was a small one. In fact, we decided to just cover the garden with mulch and turn it into a playground for Matt. Sigh.
All things being equal, I should have a green thumb. I really don’t know what happened. My Mema had a green thumb. My father has a green thumb. My brother has a green thumb. Not me. I definitely have a “shade of brown” thumb.
Still, I’m an eternal optimist. So, this summer, I decided to plant flowers in pots on my back deck. (And by “planting”, I mean buying and Matt’s girlfriend, Jackie, planting them.) Someone told me that you really couldn’t kill Gerbera daisies, so I thought they sounded perfect for me. Things began well. I watered the plants regularly, kept them in the sun, and before you knew it, I had gorgeous blooms. Clearly, I was well on my way to gardening prowess.
But then life happened. I traveled some, so….no water. Sometimes, I forgot about my daisies, so….no water. Other times, I just didn’t feel like it, so…..no water. And before I knew it, my daisies were struggling. There were still signs of life, but there were no flowers. Green leaves were turning brown. My plants were dying. And I was ready to just let them go because I really didn’t want to do the work to keep them alive.
But sometimes things that God designed to bring beauty require work.
I have dreams and goals and hopes. I believe God placed them in my heart. But I’ve left them alone for a long while, because it just seemed too hard to do the work. But they’re not dead. Just like my daisies, my dreams show signs of life, but if I don’t nurture them, feed them, and grow them, I may as well let them go.
Maybe you’re that way too. If you are, I get it. But I’m still reminded of this truth. Psalm 139:16 tells us that all of our days were laid out for us before we were even born. And that God ordained those days. And that God promises to be with us on all our days……including the days that our dreams seem so very far away. Dreams that we are ready to give up on, because they didn’t look like we thought they would. Or because they didn’t happen at the time we thought they should. Or maybe because it’s just to hard to do the work to keep them alive.
You may think it looks pretty rough. But I don’t see it that way. Because I just watered it. And leaves that were wilting are now perking up. And stems that were dying will produce daisies again. To me, this daisy pot is a symbol of my dreams and goals. They look rough…..but they’re still alive.
Because sometimes things that God designed to bring beauty require work.
And it’s time to get busy.