It’s been a rough winter with lots of snow and very cold; no El Niño this past season. Remnants of winter linger into the spring; broken branches and debris still remains. The last frost was last week so I plan this weekend to cultivate. But watching what I’ve seen this season gives me pause….how does your garden grow? Did you plant too early or are you waiting? Will it be too late for your harvest needs rain?
In the spring flowers, I watch the butterflies as they arrive in the winds and pollen is carried off. I pray the little creatures will bless my garden. Only God sends angels to protect my nurturing.
Though I’m constantly observing, I question your intentions. Looking across the meadow’s tranquility, I wonder what grows beneath your aura. I ask God, how can I help as I look at your direction lost in the cross hairs?
I listen to crickets as the night calls while God blesses those who follow his commandments. I lay my head upon my pillow, praying for the inflicted who unaware of their notions, day in and out. I pray God to help your garden. But the wilted vegetation reflects my concerns – no one knows what you planted. The sun comes up and the sun sets. I stand on my mountain and watch….
You reap what you sow…..
Do not be deceived: God is not mocked, for whatever one sows, that will he also reap. For the one who sows to his own flesh will from the flesh reap corruption, (Galatians 6: 7-8)
Blessed is the man who walks not in the counsel of the wicked, nor stands in the way of sinners, nor sits in the seat of scoffers; but his delight is in the law of the Lord, and on his law he meditates day and night. He is like a tree planted by streams of water that yields its fruit in its season, and its leaf does not wither. In all that he does, he prospers. The wicked are not so, but are like chaff that the wind drives away. Therefore the wicked will not stand in the judgment, nor sinners in the congregation of the righteous; … (Psalm 1: 1-6)