I enjoyed taking pics of various plants in my garden on Friday, as the warm spring sun shone brightly in the sky. I am certain that my garden never looked better!
Then it rained. It rained Saturday, and it is raining again today.
As I growled under my breath to no one in particular (because all others in the house were still sleeping) about the grey skies and the rain, I scrolled, aimlessly, through my social media feeds.
“It takes both rain and sunshine to grow a garden”
The words (above) caught my attention. Immediately I recalled the images from just two days prior, when the sun was shining.
As a gardener (very much in experimental practise) I could not deny the truth of those words, for, on Friday, I had to water a patch of new grass that appeared quite parched. I watered, knowing that my action was not a bad one, but one that was needed for my garden, and what I had planted there.
So, as a gardener who takes joy in the warm sun, and who understands the need for water for my plants to grow well, why do I fret and sigh and complain when it rains …
why do I fret when there are (metaphoric) rainy days in the various seasons of my life?
I know the gardener, and I trust that he will do what is best for my growth … or do I?
My only job is to grow. He will provide all that I need to accomplish that growth.
May I accept that rain as I do the sunshine.
(PS: the sun just came out)
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