As I walk past my garden day after day, I remember this, "Whoever sows sparingly will also reap sparingly, and whoever sows generously will also reap generously." (2 Cor. 9:6)
I am both the soil for the Master to plant in and the sower of seeds, as well. I planted well in the spring time. I was hungry for tomatoes, so I planted many seeds. I was hungry for greens, so I made several rows, I thought of carrots and potatoes and so I planted from this, my heart's desires. My eyes were hungry for flowers, so I sprinkled the reds, purples and pinks all around. To the songs of birds I planted. In the aroma of spring I opened the soil, with the memory of a hungry winter I planted each tiny seed with purpose.
And how I have feasted all summer long! Not just in sweet fruit, but in the solidness of vegetable and vine, too. I was like a woman longing for proof and surprised when it burst forth in the heat of the day. We reap what we sow. It sprawled out like a long legged man laying in the garden beds, and laying all over one another like giddy girls at a slumber party. I needed to see it, this proof about the planting, this profound scene from the sowing. I will always reap what I sow.
And now in the fall as the flavors and colors reach their climax, it is time to sow again in this continuous cycle of planting. Proverbs 18:21 Good words satisfy like a fine meal; and in our gardens we plant for our harvests...the fine meals of our homes and tables. The good words bringing in a bounty. The morning sun lights the stage for a second curtain call and I am ready to plant and ready to be planted some more.
For each tiny seed tucked in like a question has bolted to a vision of His answer; His goodness and truth about the planting. I am both the soil and the sower and we reap what we sow.