It seems our progress is so slow! I am so thankful and grateful for my Curt. He is able to dig holes for plants at a much quicker pace than I - usually three (or four) to my one. In the last seven years, we have been working on creating garden areas at our home. In my head, I am able to see the end results like a photograph. Through my eyes I am able to see it will be awhile before the photograph in my minds eye is a reality. Our work schedule, the weather, our lack of energy, life, have all been hindrances in our progress.
Maintaining the areas we have created I am seeing amongst the new plants are old weeds still hanging on even after spraying, pulling, chopping. Trying to take back their ground which we stole from them. I was delighted when spotting in the midst of them a volunteer plant with a beautiful purple flower. No idea where it came from, what it is, but will be transplanting it in a more prominent place.
I have found particularly along the woods edge, it is the hardest to keep the "weed patch" from overtaking the gardens. The roots of the despised Virginia Creeper run deep and wide from within the woods, growing underground, yards and yards of area to pop up in the most unlikely spot. And how persistent they are! It takes constant and regular effort to keep them at bay. Either with chemical or physical work.
Exactly like my heart.
Constant and regular effort to keep it as His.
But, how He gives me encouragement. The times when I feel or think I have failed Him, I look down and happen upon His "purple flower", there amongst the sins of life. His Beauty. Reminding me. I am His beauty. His Beloved.
His Word is the daily nourishment I need to grow His Garden of Eden within. I have to continually take it in, chew on it slowly, so it will "chemically" ward off the sin by becoming the very part of me. The Holy Spirit is my gardener, pruning, turning the soil, keeping away the roots of sin which constantly threaten to take over my heart - my Garden of Eden. Strongest in the areas where it is darkest, there along the edge. The place in the shade, away from His Sonlight.
I pray continually for Him to search my heart and eradicate anything that is not of Him.
I pray continually for my heart to become His Garden of Eden.
Exactly like my heart.
Constant and regular effort to keep it as His.
But, how He gives me encouragement. The times when I feel or think I have failed Him, I look down and happen upon His "purple flower", there amongst the sins of life. His Beauty. Reminding me. I am His beauty. His Beloved.
His Word is the daily nourishment I need to grow His Garden of Eden within. I have to continually take it in, chew on it slowly, so it will "chemically" ward off the sin by becoming the very part of me. The Holy Spirit is my gardener, pruning, turning the soil, keeping away the roots of sin which constantly threaten to take over my heart - my Garden of Eden. Strongest in the areas where it is darkest, there along the edge. The place in the shade, away from His Sonlight.
I pray continually for Him to search my heart and eradicate anything that is not of Him.
I pray continually for my heart to become His Garden of Eden.
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