The garden is preaching again! I never feel alone in the garden. It's almost like I've got a whispering Tutor at my elbow, pointing and teaching my foolish heart about life as I clip, weed or sow. The Holy Spirit murmurs bits of wisdom to me, and if I've got an ear open to hear, then I occasionally learn something.
Weeks ago, I began the task of digging up a big patch of tiger lilies, giving some breathing room to a gasping bunch of iris. Now, I'm a big fan of these vigorous, weedy perennials. They're bold and sturdy, never needing to be watered or hardly even tended. And they never need staking, which I loathe. They do spread though, and that's why I was digging them up. Alot of them went on the trash pile, but the nicer clumps were thrown in a spot of deep shade, under a tree, to wait for a new home. I tried to give them away, even facebooked them, but no one wanted them.
When I was out cutting flowers weeks later, my eye caught this waving stem of buds. No way! Those discarded, unwanted plants laying over there in the open --- blooming! No water, no soil, hardly any sunshine --- and they are still blooming!
That. Is. Amazing.
How many people are that tenacious? Who of us could still bloom in life when dug up and tossed aside? Who, without constant attention (pruning, watering, fertilizing), could still put up a long stem of summery beauty, bringing the Creator glory?
"Be like the tiger lily," whispered my Garden Tutor.
"We are hard pressed on every side, but not crushed; perplexed, but not in despair; persecuted, but not abandoned; struck down, but not destroyed."