Some seasons feel like they go on forever.
At least that’s how this winter has felt. I’m a play in the snow, relish the chunky crocheted scarf and leather boots kind of gal. But trust me when I say I’ve had enough. I’m good for at least another three to four months, then I’ll be sitting in my air conditioning longing for the white stuff to fall from the sky so I can bundle up to run errands instead of melting down to grab the mail.
Since winter has hung around oh so long, this year more than ever, I have felt the urgent need to plant- fruits and vegetables and herbs and flowers. I needed to see something, anything with color outside my deck door and I really, really wanted to be able to tip toe barefoot outside to watch them grow.
But let me say this.
I am NOT a gardener. I cant barely grow hair. Everything I touch dies. Everything.
But somehow I just cant shake the desire to plant.
To cultivate new beginnings, to hope for roots, water diligently and pray for the best.
And so it is, with our children, with our marriages, with our spiritual lives, with our businesses and careers.
We tend to them daily, we nurture and cultivate and love and grow.
Sometimes we see the instanteous results of our labor, sometimes we suffer through a long hard winter.
We learn what to do, what not to do, and what works for one, doesn’t always work for the other.
But we keep going, we keep loving, we keep planting.
Perhaps that’s why I am loving my little tiny garden so.
It is proof that when we are diligent, just a little time each day can produce beautiful unyielding results.
Even on days when I feel growing pains in my business, even on days when I am second guessing myself as a mother, even on days when I feel like no one is listening, He reminds me to just keep going.
“The LORD will guide you always; he will satisfy your needs in a sun-scorched land and will strengthen your frame. You will be like a well-watered garden, like a spring whose waters never fail.”