The sweat dripping from my brow coupled with the morning bugs makes for some pretty uncomfortable weeding sessions. Despite the daunting task of plucking all that doesn’t belong, I’m grateful that God uses this time to tend to the garden of my soul and teach me. I’m not alone in the daunting task of pulling and digging, but the God who sees the pains of my labor waits for me to be patient and listen.
Any gardener will tell you that walking into the garden in July is both a blessing and a curse. For us in the northeast, we are beginning to harvest and enjoy the fruits of our labor but between the rain and the intense heat and humidity, the weeds appear overnight and grow at rapid speed. It’s a nightmare if you’re not on top of things.
Trying to beat an impending few days of storms, I got down on my knees and began the task of pulling the weeds between the pavers along the pathway. I found myself thanking God for having the time this year to keep up with this task. Now that I’m home full time, I was committed to taking one small section of the garden every day to work on. Over the past few years, letting this wait until the weekend, then possibly being gone for vacation or an event, left this task unmanageable and it was literally back-breaking work. Too much, too fast and I’d inevitably just leave it be and let the weeds take over.
A gentle breeze brushed across my face and I sensed God telling me that this is what He is doing within me right now. He’s pulling out the weeds I’ve allowed to build up, a little at a time. Too much, too soon and it would be too exhausting. I marveled at how I needed to start with clearing the path; the space needed to reach into the garden’s deeper areas.
Taking this same kind of time, each day, to allow God to work in me has certainly been the Master Gardener tending to the garden of my soul. With each area “cleaned up”, I’m able to move with a little more confidence to another area. This is where my own healing begins to takes place.
He meets me where I am and walks by my side, and gently calls my name.
He speaks in gentle whispers and He softly calls her name. She feels His arms enfold her, as He holds her. And she’ll never be the same. ‘Cause I’m the God who never changes and Who’s promises are true and when this world deserts you, this is what I’ll do.
I will be a ring of fire around you and I will be the glory in your midst. And the power of my presence will bring you to your knees and I will lift you up again because I’m the God who sees.