1 Corinthians 3:7
So neither the one who plants nor the one who waters is anything, but only God, who makes things grow.
Living in a home nestled in a forest certainly has its advantages.
We are shaded from the blistering Georgia sun in the summer. We are visited by birds and squirrels in abundance. Even the occasional deer are spotted strolling through our woods.
And, best of all, we have no grass to mow!
That's one chore I don't miss in the least.
What I do miss, though, is having a yard filled with the color of summer flowers.
There simply isn't enough sunlight filtering through the canopy to sustain them.
So, I settle for the next best thing - spring flowers! Crocuses. Tulips. Daffodils.
Flowers which bloom and thrive all before the leaves return to the trees.
Early November finds me at the local nursery. I purchase garden gloves, a bulb digger, and, of course, an assortment of bulbs.
I am ready! Got to get them into the ground before the first hard freeze hits.
I choose my spots carefully. Rake away leaves beneath which decades of decay has rendered moist, rich, loamy soil.
I dig the holes, one for each bulb. Hoping they are the right depth as I insert a bulb and cover it with a blanket of dirt. Safe, now, from winter's wrath.
I dig and dig and dig. Hole after hole after hole.
Knees stained. Back strained. Hands sore . . .
Until every last bulb is tucked away. Hidden. Dormant. Until the first warm breath of spring awakens them.
It's a long time to wait to see the fruit of my labor. But, wait, I must.
For growth will happen only in God's good time.
How is the Lord growing you?
Will you pray with me?
We are so grateful, Father, for Your marvelous creation. Let us see Your hand at work in every living thing. Help us to plant the seeds of Your love in others so they may grow with love for You. Amen.
Psalms 50 or 19, 46
1 Corinthians 2:14-3:15