“Still other seed fell on good soil, where it produced a crop, a hundred, sixty or thirty times what it was sown.” Mathew 13:8
In a garden of glory the purity of the white hydrangea tree softly bouncing, it’s beauty to nature and nurture to insects, a seed has been sown. The grass with green and beige patches where rain and sun have taken their turn, a seed has been sown. The Cherry Blossom tree, that in one season strived to live, with prayer, sun and care is given new life, a seed has been sown. Seeds are sown over a period of time, with care and love and hope that one day it will become what it was created to be. New chapters are beautiful beginnings lately I ponder on what seeds I have sown and those I have not. More importantly, the seeds that God has planted within a soul, each of us, that await to bloom.
Growing up on a farm, seeds needed to be sown so that food for us and other families could come to pass. At planting season we enjoyed gently placing the seed or tiny plant in the dirt or slot in the tractor that poked it into the ground. Then when all was grown and tomatoes like little red dots lined the rows plump for the picking, one could sense a created order of reaping and sowing. Of tending and blooming. Of caring and giving. Within the deepest part the soul is a garden of glory, that awaits to be tended with love and care. Like a farmer sowing the predestined season the seeds that will one day give food to a nation. Like a teacher that inspires a child that feels hopeless, to keep looking at the sun shining on them and their beauty within. Like a nurse who heals the sick, against all odds life is breathed back into them. Like a parent, who prays the wind and storms will bow to troubles for their children. Seeds of love are sown and the circle of love continues. The thread of hope of a seed of love sown floats throughout the universe, in an endless ray of God’s radiance. Seeds need to be sown and harvests need to reaped, in the fields around us and in our hearts.
I ponder the seeds I failed to sow and chose another path, in hopes that God would approve and guide. In prayerful wonder I think on what I should have sown, but allowed discouraging thoughts and feelings to seep in instead of allowing God desires in me to mould and shape all my thoughts in strength and love, knowing that he has amazing plans for each of us. The seeds in a soul can wither if not sown as God’s destined. But even in withering, God revives and renews greater as the seasons of the heart are allowed to be tended by God’s love. Leaves can wither and fall, but as seasons change, there suddenly sprouts bud anew and behold there comes to be a beautiful bloom. Life is the mountain that raises up and gives hope to a new creation and a new beginning in each of us. The sun will rise to meet a soul and will never fail to shine even if the soul is unable to see it radiance that awaits to glow through them. In every soul there is a garden of glory that awaits to bloom in God’s garden seasoned with the generosity of glorious love flowing through it. God is mysterious in the depths of his ways and the surface may seem shallow but within lies a garden of glory.
May your life bloom fully in God’s glorious garden.
Peace,
Claudia
ournourishedsoul