Jesus, shouldn’t these tomatoes have ripened, like, in August? They haven’t listened to me (‘STUPID TOMATOES, WHY DON’T YOU TURN RED?!!) Maybe I should have been a little more polite. Anyway, I’m thankful Your sun doesn’t give up on late bloomers and producers … and that Your Son doesn’t give up on me.
O Lord, after a six-week drought, I’d almost forgotten what Your rain symphonies sounded like, with percussive rumbles of thunder and gentle droplet harmonies. My flowers thank You, and so do I, as I’m sick and tired of their complaints.
One thing both flowers and this gardener have learned, though, during every growing/blooming season: whatever the “omnipotent” Weather Channel decrees, You are the one in charge.
Image by Shafin Al Asad Protic from Pixabay.
Jesus, I know You want us to take care of everyday business. But OMG, did You, too, take a little time to pick flowers with the neighborhood kids?
Lord, You have always loved the lilies of the field. I’m sure You, like I, look forward to them every summer — flowers that don’t complain because people call them weeds. They’re not fauna divas that have to be pampered, but bloom like they can’t wait to show off Your glory. OMG, when I grow demanding and fussy like my roses, wave a few of these in front of my nose, okay?
O Lord, thank You for ruffles of green lettuce that portend fresh salads for supper. For little Roma tomatoes that vow we won’t have to eat store-bought, pink-plastic fare for long. For blackberry blossoms that promise a future yummy pie. OMG, I’d love for You for wave a magic wand. Make it happen without weeding. But is the wait-watch-and-work part of Your gift to us?
Jesus, thank You for constant rain that has turned our world lush and green. As You know, it’s also helped fill our yard with fuzzy dandelions and deceptively delicate violets. Your spring flowers are so pretty! OMG, why do we get rid of them and instead, plant species whose native habitat is the Amazon River Basin?
#dandelions #violets #HumansMakeNoSense
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O Jesus, You know that in May and June, I fought hard in the Weed Wars. But now, it’s August. OMG, maybe I, like those who rule highway medians, can declare my yard a “native prairie preservation project”?
Jesus, I’m grateful for the consistency of the Your laws that keep our planets, stars and galaxies running, a huge, well-oiled universe.
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But, OMG, do You sometimes toss out small surprises — such as our blackberries outgrowing cherry tomatoes — to remind us You can?
Jesus, You could have made Planet Earth as sleek, plain and efficient as a machine. But, OMG, I’m so glad Your beautiful mind just HAD to create beauty.
O Lord, You know I’ve griped at two rosebushes because they refused to bloom. Lately, I’ve threatened, “Bloom, or I’ll feed you to the compost pile!” Finally, I consulted rose-raising directions … and discovered I’d been subjecting the bushes to feeding famine.
Likewise, OMG, if I go to You, the Expert, and read Your Directions, I might discover that smart nurturing, rather than negativity, will bud beauty in others.
