My garden is planted. I am grateful for these sunny warm days. I spent the last two days off and on, planting my garden carefully transplanting the tiny vegetable plants
in the ground. I enjoyed it all and I find such peace cultivating, digging and playing in the dirt. As I planted each vegetable, I thought to myself that I really don't know if these little plants will produce fruit or will simply not make it. There is a lot
of 'letting go' of the results of my effort and letting God's nature begin the work of transformation.
I will still have to do my share of watering, weeding and hoping
for good weather during the weeks and months ahead. Growing a garden is like an adventure into the unknown and trusting the results to God.
Each year as I plant my
garden, I think of my Grandma and Pop Lamping who raised 10 children and lived on a farm. They had cattle, horses, chickens, pigs, cats, dogs, and a huge garden. Grandma grew everything in the garden. When I was a child I use to spend a week in the summer
with my grandparents. I helped Grandma weed her garden. She never worried about neat little rows and a garden without weeds. She would wait until the weeds were very visible and it seemed as tall as the vegetable plants before she weeded. It was very easy
for me to weed the garden because you could pick out the weeds from the vegetables. I remember all her vegetables were so huge and yummy.
Grandma was way too busy
to fuss or obsess about having a garden without any weeds. She was more interested in the bountiful harvest the garden would produce. When I become obsessive about weeding the garden this summer, I am hoping to recall my grandma's carefree way of 'letting
go' and trusting the results of my garden to the gentle care of God the Father.
“For the Lord your God will bless you in all your harvest and in all the work
of our hands, and your joy will be complete.” Deuteronomy 16:15