The Master Gardener

There can be no other occupation like gardening in which, if you were to creep up behind someone at their work, you would find them smiling.  

     ~ Mirabel Osler
Post this at all the intersections, dear friends: Lead with your ears, follow up with your tongue, and let anger straggle along in the rear. God’s righteousness doesn’t grow from human anger. So throw all spoiled virtue and cancerous evil in the garbage. In simple humility, let our gardener, God, landscape you with the Word, making a salvation-garden of your life.
  ~  James 1:21
I read this quote and instantly thought of God tending to us, pulling out those plants that are harmful around us to give us room to grow, watering us, giving us the right food and plenty of light.    It is not always fun when you are gardening,  to remove plants that are harmful. Some have vigorous root systems, some seed is spread by birds elimination process, some are poisonous to the touch. 
My neighbor had to dig deep to remove the bamboo in her yard. She was shocked at how deep and how far spread it had gotten in just a couple of years.  There are plants that are just impossible to remove without constant tending.  I am a terrible gardener.  This summer has been no encouragement to me thusfar.  The weather in the North East has been crazy since last October, but this summer has been a sauna, humidity high, heat index high.  I am not so inclined to get out and mow unless it is VERY early, or weed, or tend to the garden in this extreme weather.  Yet, my neighbor across the street and her lovely family have a yard of which anyone would be proud. There are shade trees, beautiful annuals, bulbs, semi-annuals coming up all throughout the spring and summer feeding my soul with just a glance.
She has the patience of God, careful slipping a bag onto her hand to remove poison ivy, tenderly placing new bulbs, planting exotic named plants because she has a penchant for fairy tales and dragons.  And she nearly always gets up from her labor with a smile.  She can see the joys of her work. Nearly all of those plants are turned, faces uplifted, stems outstretched.  They will turn corners to catch the light.  What a beautiful metaphor for who we are in Christ;
loved, tended to, fed by the Master Gardener.
Today, turn your beautiful faces toward the One who was the first seed to fall.
Because of Him,

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