All eventualities of good things seem to endure the night so when that moment of breakthrough comes as the sun sets…one realizes sadness and strife simply won’t last forever. God stated that too. I wouldn’t consider myself an expert gardener but any stretch of the imagination Dragons of my mind. I found myself one night in such a state of confusion and turmoil.
I must have cried until my eyes were so puffy red that if Dorothy wanted a ruby red nose to go with her ruby red slippers, she definitely could have sent the wicked witch and flying monkeys to my humble abode for it. I would have flown back to follow that Yellow Brick Road to some serenity. I was weeping over something I thought I truly needed to survive as if it overrode my need for air. Boy, with hindsight, I am so grateful that the night wasn’t a permanent state of my human experience. Otherwise I may have flooded my memory form pillow and that is one memory I most certainly don’t want to carry into tomorrow.
As the sun set the next day, the seeds of my despair attempted very weakly to germinate. They couldn’t lodge themselves in my soul. I believe that my fortified walls of Faith kept them at bay. I didn’t need Roundup to kill them because I acknowledged the pain and guess what, I also found a container of Miracle Gro aka God. He was like “Makayla, you are wonderfully and fearfully made in my image, wash your face and meet me at the table for turkey bacon and a morning mimosa of ministry.”
I weeped what I faithfully sown and have no regrets. That is the part of detachment and freedom. I am a gardener in that my sadness seeds became my testimony. My plant and I are soundly planted now. And all I ever need is God’s sunlight.
Side note: I have basil plant which is about 40 years old. My father brought it with him when we came as refugees from Laos, post Vietnam War. He was the gardener of my LIFE