The other night I did a bit of speed gardening.
It probably is just as effective as speed golf.
The light of day will reveal what was hastily planted in twilight.
There were plants from a school plant sale which needed
homes in pots and flower beds but all I have been able
to manage for the past few weeks has been to stick a finger
in the soil to assess their water needs.
My front yard beds looks a bit weary, neglected
until every last nail was pounded into
our new roof.
There are bare spots from plants choosing not to make an appearance.
I circled my fingers around stems and removed the dead leaves
I loosened the soil, added top soil and watered.
I suppose looking for his wayward wife,
Carl walked through the driveway gate
and found me looking at the flower bed.
We both agreed it was vastly improved.
Flowers with emerging blooms seemed to stand straighter.
Heavy bloomers leaned in closer to their supports.
I am weary and suspect most of us live in a perpetual state of weariness.
This morning I read Matthew 11: 28-30 in two versions.
These verses are so familiar, they can float off our tongues without much effort.
Just like my gardening, I can speed past the words attempting to accomplish
a very necessary task.
This morning, God cleared away the dead stuff in my life through confession.
He circled my frame and added rich nutrient full soil on top of my present
I stand a little taller and feel His support ever so much.
Jesus wants to carry me and my burdens not only
because He is strong but primarily because He loves me.
He encircles me with enough love to help me rest from all
my labors even those done with minimal light.
My garden will never be completed.
My walk along the various soils of this
earth has yet to be completed either.
I can assure you neither me nor my garden
will be featured in a shiny magazine.
There will be weeds, there will be flowers, there
will be death and there will be life.
Some days turning away from tasks
undone is the best and deepest kind of rest.
The best way to feel loved is by letting
someone with more able hands do the work.
Read and be reminded.
Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened,
and I will give you rest.
Take my yoke upon you and learn from me,
for I am gentle and humble in heart,
and you will find rest for your souls.
For my yoke is easy and my burden is light.*
Are you tired?
Burned out on religion?
Come to me.
Get away with me and you’ll recover your life.
I’ll show you how to take a real rest.
Walk with me and work with me—
watch how I do it.
Learn the unforced rhythms of grace.
I won’t lay anything heavy or ill-fitting on you.
Keep company with me and you’ll learn to live freely and lightly.**
*New International Version