A few years ago, an elderly neighbor helped me to prepare the ground for a flower garden in my front yard. My friend knew a lot about plants and growing things. I did not.
As we talked during our work, she was impressed with the quality of the soil in the area we were transplanting flowers to. She made a statement like, "You can grow ANYTHING here." We placed flower plants from her yard into the ground that day. It was a good thing.
Year after year, the flowers we planted would come up, Some would be colors completely different from the original group that we had set out. As time went on, my neighbor developed Altzheimer’s disease. She could no longer talk to me and share her life, yet the flowers continued to testify of her kindness.
My friend passed away a couple of months ago. Gone are the days when she would instruct me on the names of weeds or surprise me with a birthday present. The tree that existed in the garden area where we worked long ago is still standing strong, along with the array of pink and yellow blooms. The flowers will continue to remind me of her in years to come. She recognized the importance of investing time into the lives of others, just in everyday tasks and conversations.
The soil really was good. The plants have what they need in order to prosper. The tree is growing ever taller, with it’s smooth, almost barkless texture.
I wonder what God finds when He looks at me? Upon inspection, does He find a willing heart? Does He look within and say, "I can grow anything here?" Or does He find rocks and stubble?
My desire is to be strong in the Lord. I know I must stay close to Him, if I am to be like a tree planted by streams of water, drawing my power from the constant flow.