Gardening

There is something about a garden… I can’t quite put my finger on it. Maybe it’s because when God first made the man and the woman He put them in the Garden; come to think of it, they tended the Garden. Perhaps it’s because with a garden, you have a partnership between the Creator and humans who use the talent and imagination God gave them to create something beautiful.

Or maybe it’s because a garden was where Jesus went to pray on that fateful night…

Whatever the reason, there is nothing like a garden as a place to pray or for quiet contemplation of the majesty of God. Of course, there is a lot more to a garden than the final product. The act of planning a garden, building a garden and tending it that brings so many people closer to God.

I must admit that I’m really not much of a gardener, but even I can see the connection between time spent caring for one, and time spent in God’s presence. For me, it isn’t so much gardening as it is trying to keep up with weeds.

I would imagine that some who come across this might be better able to share how God has blessed them through this expressive practice, and I hope some will share their experiences with us.

About Don Merritt

A long time teacher and writer, Don hopes to share his varied life's experiences in a different way with a Christian perspective.
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4 Responses to Gardening

  1. photojaq says:

    I am an avid gardener. On my horse ranch I had a magnificent vegetable garden and annually froze or canned or gave away its produce. I had fruit trees as well. There were flowers in the spring, and bags and bags of leaves in the fall which I would roto-till back into the garden area (along with many, many wheelbarrows of horse manure.) I could grow THREE crops every year!!

    Now, in the smaller place we live, sans equines, I’ve made a garden as well, of flowers, dwarf fruit trees (apples, fig, apricot, lemon, lime, navel & blood oranges) as well as grapes, strawberries, black berries and blue berries. i grow potatoes, green beans, tomatoes, onions, squash, and occasionally melons in raised boxes or containers. We eat these all and share them. I also bring young kids to the house and show them how the things their moms buy in the market really grow. How exciting for them to dig in dirt and discover clusters of potatoes! Or pull a clover-like plant and see a couple dozen peanuts at the roots. (I used to do that with chickens & eggs at the ranch too. One little Brownie girl asked if I put the eggs in the nest there… for the chickens. Um.. no. They put them there for ME!).

    Whenever I plant a seed I’m reminded of the burial of Jesus, AND his words that unless a grain of wheat fall into the ground, it can’ grow. It reminds me I’m “crucified with Christ and that I’ve lost my life in Him. When I pick and eat those honey-sugar figs, I’m reminded of the tree Jesus cursed.

    I also have flowers that come up on their own each year, and new ones I plant. It reminds me a bit of creation – what magnificent fun God must have had planting Eden for the first humans. Wow!

    With a cup of coffee and a few fig newtons (and an old cat following me) I walk each morning in my yard (garden) admiring the beauty of God’s creation, praising Him (and while pulling those old weeds or smooshing those munching caterpillars, I’m reminded how I grow unlovely things in my life as well).
    So…….now that I’ve written more than even you, I’ll stop.

  2. Savanna says:

    I’m not a gardener at all but my close friend is. She often posts photos of the wonderful food the earth had produced through her nurturing. She has a deep appreciation for everything God has created through her gardening. It is truly inspiring. She is able to bring that nurturing personality into her interactions with God’s people.

    I believe gardening creates a great level of patience and with patience comes consideration for others.

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