Over the last couple weeks, my husband and I have pushed forward on the formation of new gardens for our new old house. It was fun watching things come up this spring and trying to determine what they were. I called on my Master Gardener cousin for help and many of the things I thought were worth saving, weren’t. Most of those seedlings were nothing but weeds and invasive plants. Within the weeds, however, were many mainstays – like tiger & starburst lilies, hosta, iris and several healthy shrubs.
Can you imagine what it must’ve been like to tend to God’s garden paradise, before the weeds of sin overtook it? God put Adam in charge of this job, but I believe he spent more time enjoying God’s handiwork. Sure he probably turned the soil once in a while, but everything was perfect. There wasn’t a single intruder in that beautiful place. When the devil moved in with his temptations, he brought weeds with him. From that point on, Adam would work the soil along with the sweat of his brow.
So as I created a little memorial garden for my mom yesterday, a few tears fell as I recalled how much she loved pansies and the garden at our old house. When she passed away several years ago, we buried her ashes in the garden there.
When we moved, I shoveled a small amount of the top soil from that space and put it in a coffee can to be placed in the new garden. Paul almost put some in the coffee pot before realizing it wasn’t coffee! Good thing he was alert and awake that morning.
When I placed the dirt within a small hole yesterday, I knew it was simply symbolic, but my memory of mom wasn’t. She lives – not in the dirt of the garden, but in God’s eternal paradise where no weeds exist. Her faith was sown on good soil and grew throughout her life. She extended that faith to her children and it continues to be passed on.
Matthew 13:23 “As for what was sown on good soil, this is the one who hears the word and understands it. He indeed bears fruit and yields, in one case a hundredfold, in another sixty, and in another thirty.”