Perfectly Alright As It Is…

This is the greatest season to be in the garden—-perfect weather, just enough water, everything is blooming. Abundance. Fresh. Life. New.

While planting seeds this past week I started thinking—Wow! this teeny, little, puny thing is going to turn into a lush, beautiful perennial in my garden this summer. I didn’t see it as a sprout–or even without a bloom.  I saw it in its full form–even as a seed.  I will not fuss at it when it only has one leaf or is just 3 inches tall. I will not dig it up and throw it out if it wilts in the heat.  I will water it, fertilize it, protect it, and nurture it—-because I know where it is headed.  I’m the gardener.

Some seeds are so tiny they don’t even look as if they hold life! But when I looked at these seeds I did not see them as they were presently—the vision in my mind was what they were going to be—extravagant, beautiful, grand–a blessing to all that happen to be in their presence. Filling a space that only they could fill in the garden.

I never doubted them because they were puny and immature—appearing to not have it in them to make it in this wide open expanse of dark soil and manure—with all these other mature, established plants around them!  {It takes a lot of pluck to want to grow in that situation!}

I’m reminded of this great excerpt from  “The Inner Game of Tennis” by  Timothy Gallway:

“When we plant a rose seed in the earth, we notice that it is small, but we do not criticize it as “rootless and stemless.” We treat it as a seed, giving it the water and nourishment required of a seed. When it first shoots up out of the earth, we don’t condemn it as immature and underdeveloped; nor do we criticize the buds for not being open when they appear. We stand in wonder at the process taking place and give the plant the care it needs at each stage of its development. The rose is a rose from the time it is a seed to the time it dies. Within it, at all times, it contains its whole potential. It seems to be constantly in the process of change; yet at each state, at each moment, it is perfectly all right as it is.”

Powerful–if you let it sink in.  Powerful as a parent–we are gardeners.  Through all seasons our children are alright just as they are—working toward their potential and bloom.  In each season we give them just what they need–and just as the gardener, we don’t see the immaturity, flaws, less-thans—because we know where they are headed.  God has chosen them for their generation to fill a place only they can fill–and we nurture them in that direction.

Powerful–when looking at ourselves.  We are not there, yet.  It’s a process.  We keep working, tending, pruning, and growing through the manure.  A seed says “I will grow up”—it is an attitude and a journey.  From the dark depths to the sunshine. Through all kinds of weather.

Perennials grow and return year after year for several years.  Annuals only grow for one season.  There are no plants called eternals.  We are the only eternal living things! I’m glad I’m in His garden–getting just what I need when I need it.  And, yes, sometimes that is poop! It’s there to help me grow into the extravagant eternal I’m meant to be!

Sprouting here in the manure~

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