I had plans. I had good intentions. I was certain that this would be the most controlled garden I’ve ever grown. After all, I was limiting myself to what I know grows well in my soil, and that would be this year’s garden. Then the whisper, nudge, or breeze brushed close, and I understood “Let go”.
A Gardener
The smell of rich, dark soil and a clear expanse of ground is breathtaking to me. When the garden is freshly tilled and I’ve marked my rows with twine, inspiration hits fervently. No weeds were visible, the rich soil was uncovered, and this gardener felt self-assured.
It Would Be Fine
My spur-of-the-moment feet step into a convenient pair of shoes and carry me up the grassy walkway to my quiet garden. Each time I arrived, I’d notice another volunteer or what I call the uninvited. Beautiful, young, pea blossoms had sprouted between my whimsical brick walkways… ultimately surrounded by all their comrades. Who could pull up a tiny, fresh, green sprout in early spring? Certainly not me, and that became clear as the days rolled past. Two became ten, and ten quickly became too many to count. They were everywhere, yet still small, innocent, and tender. I told myself it would be fine to have a few, and I would keep them under control. Good thought, but have you grown peas?
Let Go
Perhaps I am slow to learn, but my garden reminds me every year that I can create beautiful ideas; however, it is only He who gave me breath that knows the plans for my life. The soft breeze arrives again, pushing me to let go. This life is not our own to control, not even in a garden.
Life Took A Turn
I had lost my straight rows and view of the rich soil. My plans for perfection had flopped. The breeze brushed close, and my once spur-of-the-moment steps were redirected. The wind chime had a soft vibrating sound that thankfully slowed my frustration. Walking my well-planned, clean path was no longer an option. I had to find a new way. Kicking the dirt and pulling endless weeds and excessive pea sprouts released some tension, but the soft breeze ultimately made all the difference. Reluctantly, I listened, turned my face to the wind, and life took a turn.
Face Them
You’ll get back what you lost. A clean garden will come again. For now, this is the way, and you should walk in it. Some call it the wind, a fairy, or just a feeling, but I know it is His grace that gives me strength when the unexpected winds of change come demanding that I face them.
Just Let Go
Life is about losing and finding another freshly tilled garden or something else that’s just as endearing, protective, or genuine. Let go. When you hear His voice, go ahead and turn. You will eventually reach His chosen destination. Believe there is better and just LET GO.
Not My Plan
I can no longer see my heart-shaped trellis, the tall tomato cages, and certainly not the low-lying twine that lines the rows. On these August days, I visit the garden but no longer arrive as the gardener. I am here to admire, listen, give thanks, and follow my Creator. The zinnias have grown tall enough to bloom above the peas. They offer rest to finches and pollinators of all types. The marigolds are full and blooming between the shoots. What I now see was not part of my plan, but in letting go, I am surrounded by one of the most beautiful gardens I never intended.
The Wind Blew
Yes, I fully anticipated staying in control, but the wind blew, and a warm breeze held me still. As it brushed softly across my face, all I could do was look up, close my eyes, and listen to My Maker. “Be still”. Let go. I am doing this for My utmost glory.
Stay Curious,
