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.”

mom's garden



As I reach the end of my years, I find I have a lot of good information stored up in this old decrepit mind of mine. If I don't write it all down, it may vanish and no one will have the advantage of my thoughts. This is why this blog exists. I love the Lord, Jesus with all my heart and soul. I know I'm undeserving of all He's done for me, but I also know that His love is beyond my comprehension. I've always wanted to write. I never kept diaries, but tucked my thoughts in my head for future reference. I use them now in creating stories, plays, poetry and my blog. I continue to learn every day. I believe the compilation of our time spent with God will have huge affect on the way we live. I know I'm a sinner and I need a Savior. I have One through Jesus, Christ. My book, "Stages - a memoir," is about the seven stages of life from the perspective of a woman. It addresses all the things girls and women go through in life as they travel it with Jesus, and it is available on
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24 Responses to TROUBLE IN THE GARDEN?

  1. An awesome gesture and lasting legacy Kathy!

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  2. Yep, Adam actually did work in the Garden of Eden! God created us to do things, not lounge around and watch the world go by. I forget that sometimes and I look at work as something that interferes with my relationship with God but it is supposed to be a part of it.

    A garden is a great way to memorialize someone. Thanks for sharing.

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  3. Melissa Presser, Lover of Jesus says:


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  4. dawnlizjones says:

    So precious. Also how wonderful to explore a new garden of surprises and to make it your own!!

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  5. This is beautiful Kathy! What a wonderful way to remember your mom.

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  6. kenzelsfire says:

    Kathy, I could feel tears emerge as I read this. After my Mom was diagnosed with Cancer on Feb 14 ’83, she spent a fair amount of time that summer working outside in the garden. I was a scared 14 yo, wondering why she would want to be out there instead of inside resting. So, I asked & her reply was…”being in the garden and working the soil, helps me feel closer to God.”

    I almost felt ashamed for my own previous thoughts. She only lived 9mos…passing in November.

    In the days since then, 33yrs later, I’m recognizing that her time tending the garden allowed her feel Jesus next to her and within…it gave her His Peace.
    Your blog post jogged my memory that about 8 yrs ago I’d finally written a little short story I titled “tending the garden.”
    Thank you…may your new garden be fruitfully blessed.

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    • says:

      What a lovely story. I’m sorry for the loss of your mom, but apparently she thought you a lot about life. I love being in the garden for much the same reasons. I’m going to be 75 in a couple weeks and it gets harder and harder to get up and down, but I treasure that feeling I get when digging in the soil. I too feel closer to God, because its a time of meditation for me. Thanks for commenting and I look forward to reading your posts as well.


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