Christian Living

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John 20:15(a) Jesus saith unto her, Woman, why weepest thou? whom seekest thou? She, supposing him to be the gardener...

It’s almost that time of year again, time to prune my plants and make room for them indoors and out of the dangers of frost. That usually turns out to be an all day job for me. I have a LOT of plants. This house I live in is so small and there’s hardly space for what’s in here, much less my vast array of foliage. That’s the hardest part, but not the most time consuming. Getting those plants ready, now that takes time and great care and it can sure get messy sometimes. But I find that I’m quite handy with a spade and other such gardening tools. I learned it from the Master Gardener. :::smile:::

Genesis 2:8 And the LORD God planted a garden eastward in Eden; and there he put the man whom he had formed.

I don’t mind a little hard work, as long as I feel at the end of the day that it was worth the effort, that there’s food on my table or someone else’s, that I’m healthier for it, or that I’ve learned something from it. Hard work to simply satisfy the greed or add to the laziness of another, now that I could do without. I’d like to believe that my efforts make some kind of a positive difference, whether in my own life or another’s.

It’s a lot easier to do hard work of any kind when we are willing to pay attention, listen to what the Lord wants to teach us in it, and when we can derive small pleasures from each detail. Gardening does that for me, gives me opportunity to grow along with my plants.

When that time comes, I’ll look at each of them and ask myself what they might need before I move them indoors:

Some simply need a soft, lightly soaped cloth to wash away the dust on their leaves; makes it easier for them to breathe and stretch out. Some need to have sun-baked leaves of a harsh Texas summer gently pinched away to make room for healthier ones to grow. Some deeply-rooted plants need to be dug completely up and transplanted into another pot, or separated altogether into more than one pot so their overcrowded roots don’t choke themselves to death. Some need to be planted in much deeper pots because they can’t grow to their full beauty in such shallow soil. And then there are those, like the Aloe Vera, that grow better in more shallow soil so that their roots are forced outward and they can multiply. And the orange trees, well, they need to be close to one another so that they can pollinate and produce fruit in their season.

As is often typical of such a wonderful, timely God, I was in the middle of writing the last paragraph when there was a knock at the front door. My neighbor asked if I’d work with her tomorrow, help her get caught up from taking half the day off today. She was hesitant to tell me why she took off, but it was obvious she was very distraught. She finally broke down and told me what had happened. And when I say she “broke down,” that’s what I mean. What a tough season the summer has been for her.

As she cried her way through the details, she reached over and nervously, maybe even unconsciously, picked the dried leaves off of the ivy sitting on my porch banister. I smiled to myself as the implications presented themselves. I listened compassionately to her cries, her pain and confusion and fears, as she continued to just talk and pinch off dried leaves. She’d even spoken of thoughts of giving up and putting herself out of her own misery, but assured me she would not.

In a few moments, when she was done talking about it, and after she finished a phone call she received, I sat with her on the porch step and sat the ivy down between us. “Look” I said, pinching off another dry leaf. “Just like this plant, it’s been a long, hard season for you too. And you’ve got a lot of dried up, brittle leaves that need to be broken off so your more tender ones can grow. But wait, look at this!”

There was a single shoot, still green, but hanging on by a dried-up thin thread of vine. I saw her there, hanging on by a thin thread. “This thing is going to die if it keeps hanging there by that thin thread. So it’s got to be broken free from that and placed in soil and watered so that it can keep growing. You’ve got to let go of it, Honey. Here’s a word for you: Some of us water, some of us plant, but it’s only God that makes things grow. So take this home with you. Put it over your sink in a glass of water, and let God have at it. You have to let go and trust God to take care of it for you. He will. He’s good that way.”

1 Corinthians 3:7-8 So then neither is he that planteth any thing, neither he that watereth; but God that giveth the increase. Now he that planteth and he that watereth are one: and every man shall receive his own reward according to his own labour.

Now, those may not have been the exact words, word-for-word, but she got the message. She hugged me hard and we exchanged “I love you”’s. And then, she went home with her little piece of ivy and with my heartfelt prayers.

I look back up at that long paragraph about what each plant might need and wonder where I might fit in this scheme of things. After much thought, I decided that perhaps I fit in many of those situations. But mostly, I think I fit right there in the same pot with my big Schefflera.

It’s not one of those common plants known as Sheffalera that adorn many households and corporate offices’ lobbies. See, those are actually Schefflera actinophylla, a down bred version of a much bigger variety of plant. I have an original Schefflera, a huge one that will one day not fit under the low ceilings in this house. I’ll have to get a house with taller ceilings or prune off the top of the plant. I don’t really want to cut the top of it off, but God’s will is perfect and, just like with me, if that’s what I have to do, then the pruning will only serve to make the plant grow more lush with new branches. All things, truly, work together for good to those who love the Lord and are called according to His purpose. (Romans 8:28)

Upon closer inspection, though the leaves of my plant look similar to the smaller Schefflera, they are much wider and longer and heavier. The branches hang low. Its roots are firmly grounded, just as are mine in Christ.

However, the trunk of my big plant, near to the soil, has tender, exposed roots growing from it that are terribly in need of soil. They hang there drying, but still very much alive. My plant needs a really big and open space to grow in, a place to grow its roots. What a treat it would be to find a deep enough pot to transplant it into. If I do that, I may have to put it on a slider with wheels just to move it around! But my plant deserves that deeper pot and deeper soil. It’s a beauty.

And as for those orange trees, they STILL aren’t producing any fruit. But it’s okay. They’re young. They’ll get there eventually if I take good care of them and God continues to make them grow. In the meantime, they grow alongside one another. And one day, one glorious day, if it’s God’s will, I am going to enjoy the biggest pitcher of freshly squeezed orange juice I’ve ever seen... no added sugar, just naturally sweet and with lots of pulp!

Matthew 10:42 And whosoever shall give to drink unto one of these little ones a cup of cold water only in the name of a disciple, verily I say unto you, he shall in no wise lose his reward.

Where do you fit today in the gardening scheme of things? What kind of fertilizer or pruning or new pot might you need? Well, the Good News is that we have a Gardener who knows just what we need. And I assure you, His will for us and His gardening skills are far, far better than ours. Trust Him with all your heart and know that He is at work, tending to your roots with the greatest care. He loves us and WANTS us to grow strong and healthy and bear much fruit.

God bless you all! May the Son shine gloriously on you today and fill you to overflow with Living Water.
© Joyce Pool

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