I have a garden that I started getting serious about this year. I brought everything that I needed for it to be a success and my husband created a beautiful space for me to plant. What I’m learning is that a garden is “patient work”. There are no immediate results and definitely No guarantees! So I decided what I wanted to plant and then I decided when, according to the weather, I should plant. The first step was to prepare the ground because a good foundation is the key. This step is critical if you want to reap a good harvest. I can totally relate that to life, our foundation is everything!
So I pulled weeds, got rid of rocks and made that Georgia clay as smooth as I could get it to be. Next I covered it with some weed prevention to keep me from having a lot of weeds to pull while my vegetables grew. I brought the best soil I could get so my vegetables would be big and delicious. During this time, I planted my vegetable seeds. I watered them, gave the plenty of sunshine and kept them warm until it was time to put them in the ground. Side note: We have a new dog who is a 7 month plot hound. He loves to dig where he is not supposed to dig! We put up bird wire around the garden so that our curious dog wouldn’t find his way into my garden.
The day came where my vegetables had sprouted and the ground was a stable temperature so it was time to put them into the ground. I carefully planned out what vegetables would grow together in what area, got my trowel and gloves ready, and I planted my sprouts lovingly in the ground.
I checked on them daily making sure there were no weeds, no mushrooms growing wild, and plenty of water. Soon I noticed growth emerging from the ground! I was so excited and could already tastes the yummy vegetables I grew! My dog was excited too. He would sit close by watching for a chance to explore what I was doing in that pretty brown dirt. So one day he got in, ripped a hole in the bird wire and proceeded to dig. I was so upset! I found many of my new sprouts uprooted, and overturned. I punished him by getting him a new leash and a stationary pole which he only has access to a small area.
This taught me so much about life. Sometimes we plan, prepare, make ready a life that we expect to have only to have everything change, our plans uprooted. Now what? What do we do? Do we punish ourselves for things not turning out how we planned, or do we sulk and become depressed? Our plans may be uprooted for a window of time, but there is always a “Now What” to follow. We have to allow new plans, new ideas, new roots to form in order for life to continue on, as it will with or without your cooperation.
Sometimes those moments are created by God to shift us into His purpose for our lives. We can’t get stuck in the uprooting process we have to return to a sense of intentionality. So, I got more dirt, fixed what I could, replanted, and now I’ll wait to see what survived being uprooted.
Blessings~
You Made Me Beautiful AA 