He is My Gardener

I spent the weekend working in the yard and sprucing up my garden. I just love being outside surrounded by sun and life.

My youngest has an assortment of things he’s randomly picked up at the nursery and planted here and there over the years. He calls them his “special memory flowers”. What a lover, right?

There’s one plant, an annual that blooms bright pink, that is especially guarded.

When we moved three years ago, he dug it up from the garden at our old house and transplanted it here in the new garden. It hasn’t been trimmed back since, because he never wants to cut it.

Whenever I’m out there cleaning things up, he’ll always find me and say, “Don’t cut mine, Mom.”, as he doesn’t want to damage it or lose any of the branches that hold lovely pink flowers.

It doesn’t really grow at all.

It’s been the same size since we’ve moved here three years ago. It blooms, but the few branches it has are sort of limp. They’ve grown up, but not out.

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I found an old journal on my bookshelf.

It’s a gorgeous, neglected hard cover book filled with blank pages that beg for words.

I have journaling ADD and often fill a journal only a quarter of the the way before another shiny object of journaling affection grabs my attention. This particular journal was barely filled.

As part of my new goal to be more diligent in my prayer life, I decided to dust it off and get writing.

I ripped out the pages preceding the fresh lines.

In with the old, out with the new.

I was shocked at the amount of time that has passed since the date on the first page.

2010.

Many of the prayers and thoughts I wrote about then, could be my prayers and thoughts on this very morning.

What a bold reminder of my walk, my faith, my time.

There are areas of my life where I haven’t really grown.

I’ve stayed the same.

I bloom, but the few branches I have are sort of limp. They’ve grown up, but not out.

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I decided to trim back the branches on my son’s annual.

Even though I know he’ll be devastated to see his flowers gone and the branches freshly cut and exposed, the plant needed it.

As I trimmed the branches that held bright pink blooms and tossed them in the garbage can, I was a little sad. I know that when he sees his plant, he’s going to ask why.

Why would I cut his favorite plant?

I’ll have to explain like I have a thousand times before.

If we want it to grow, baby, we have to trim it back.

I’ll tell him that new flowers will bloom on fresh branches.

He won’t see them for a while, but they’ll come.

I promise.

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I’m learning to accept the branches that my Heavenly Father has trimmed back in my life.

Even though I’m devastated, freshly cut, and exposed, I needed it.

Why, God?

He’ll have to explain to me like He has a thousand times before.

If you want to grow, sweet child, I have to trim you. 

He’ll promise new flowers on fresh branches. 

I won’t see them for a while, but I know they’ll come.

He promises.

He is my gardener

UPDATE:

April 16, 2014. 

I walked out back today, and look what I found…

He is my gardener

God is SO good! 

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Adrienne is a Florida homeschooling mom of two boys, follower of Jesus, and lover of words. She's an imperfect parent surviving on God's grace and mercy, lots of yoga, and regular doses of salty ocean air! Find her as @TheMommyMess on Twitter and connect with her on Facebook.

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    • says

      Thank you, Jennifer. It’s hard to see into the future, huh? I guess that’s just why we have to rely on God’s plan and not our own. That doesn’t make it easy, but I’m finding peace in trying.

  1. says

    I love so many things about this post, besides the fact that you wrote it, how cool that your son is so into plants. How cool that he dug up his flowering plant to take to your new home. How cool to share with him the pruning process, God’s pruning process. AND…right there with you, girl on the pretty journal book that doesn’t quite get filled. I have three, one for each of my children, to record milestones, and write letters to them and somehow, they grew up and the book didn’t get filled…
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  2. says

    This is so wonderful. I am in a season of being pruned right now, and boy does it hurt…but I am looking ahead toward the growth that the gardener is setting in motion. Thank you so much for this, Adrienne!
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    • says

      You’re welcome, Tiffany! I’m sorry it’s painful, but we wait with praise, right? Good things are coming. Hang in, sister! ;)

  3. says

    I loved reading this!! I clicked over after I read your comment on my blog!

    God is SO good and faithful. Trusting He knows is kinda the hard part.

    Sending you a hug!
    Tiffany

  4. says

    We sing a Psalm at church, “I am the vine and you are the branches and all who live in Me will bear great fruit.” So beautiful to think about. What a lovely post. Thank you. :)