Overly hopeful and excited, I held a delicate fragile leaf, with its pulpy dangling seed, hanging onto its very life.

I gently potted it in rich soil.

All the while, questioning whether my earth-stained hands were pushing too hard or not hard enough.

Invading my every thought was, “would it take root?”

I monitored it daily.

Willing any signs of life.

Tending it.

Talking to it.

Striving to create the perfect environment.

Eventually frustrated, at what seemed like, its lack of growth,

I threw my hands up and let it be.

I let it simply exist.

I took a step back and merely admired it.

Every glance, still bittersweet.

Yet, still beautiful to me.

Exactly how it was.

It was growing, even though, I had no evidence to prove it.

I had been trusting in myself and not in the Gardener.

It needed its own space, its own time.

It needed to experience its own grace.

It needed sunshine and rain.

It needed storms and rainbows, all its own.

And then, it was finally ready to thrive…

…to sprout new life and exemplify that to whoever would see.

I am not the Gardener, but He is.

Whether its’s our own life, a child, a job, or a relationship, we can trust that He is working deep down in the places we can’t see.

The very places we think are working against us, are the corridors where He is working.

He will bring glorious new sprouts of life into your very being, your intimate life, and those around you, if you’re simply willing to trust and believe in this truth!

*He is the Gardener and this is His most important work. 🌱

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