I love this time of year, when the days are getting longer and soon we’ll be able to get outside and play in the dirt. Do you remember when you planted your first seed? Were you so excited for it to sprout that you ran outside the next morning only to discover there were no signs of growth? Were you so discouraged that you said, “That’s it, I’m done” and walked away never to tend to your garden again? I don’t think so. You trusted that with proper fertilization and faithfully watering, your garden would eventually bear fruit…or veggies.
Our prayers are similar. Think of it this way, with each prayer to God, we are planting a seed and by faithfully praying and trusting God, our prayers can take root. See if you can find just one minute each day and pray. Ask God for what you need, or give Him thanks for what you’ve been blessed with. We can achieve awesome things when we truly put our faith in Him.
-Paul
PS – if you are looking for some gardening tips we can help you with that too.
I just want to echo that. My son ,31 yrs old, after school yrs went his own way. My son, last week, RE-dedicated his life to our lord!
AMEN! Keep praying for your loved ones. God is faithful.
I honestly must say that I tried to learn to start a garden and p patch last year. But because I am poor (I am highly educated and it is sad that I feel I have to qualify that but I have four college degrees, but happen to be poor, and I say it b/c people think that being poor means being uneducated) and unemployed and am Native American, I was discriminated against at my local P Patch. I was treated with such condescension and so many disgusting Republican gaslighters and fake liberals (I am extremely progressive, walked across the country as an activist for Native American rights when I was 19 and have been a Native activist for 32 years, aside from being a National Bernie Sanders Delegate) ….that I not only gave up on gardening, which I am bad at, but I also gave up on some people and that is when I knew I must leave this country, aside from having my life threatened by Trump supporters right here in fake liberal Seattle.
Coincidence does not exist in God’s work. Just yesterday I added to my journal a short story about an actual experience from my youth. A girl witnessed to me in spite of me resisting, rejecting and ridiculing her. But the seed was planted. Others would tend it, watering, feeding all believing and standing on God’s promise. Two years later I came to Jesus. Now I plant seeds. And so it grows.