Late Bloomers

“Let us know, Let us pursue the knowledge of the Lord. His going forth is established as the morning; He will come to us like the rain, Like the latter and former rain to the earth.” Hosea 6:3 (NKJV)

Several years ago my oldest daughter and I had a conversation. It was one of those that stick out all these years later. She was in her early twenties and had decided that college wasn’t where she wanted to be. At first, as parents, we thought this was a bad decision. But as we talked about it, we realized she was right. She had taken the courses she wanted to and at that point, all that were available to her. The conversation we had is one that many people have either with themselves or with people important to them.

The conversation was really about what I want to do when I grow up. At almost 70, I can say I still wonder about this.

That Christmas I found a book to give her, it was about those famous people in the world who did their best work in the middle and senior years of their lives. A fascinating and encouragement to those of us who haven’t yet achieved what the Lord has purposed for our lives.

This morning, as I walked and talked with the Lord, the rain was starting to spit (you know, a drop here, a drop there, not really a sprinkle yet) and I remembered that we were officially in the season of fall.

I looked at the leaves that have already begun to fall. I smiled as I thought that in a few weeks our driveway will be hidden under the abundance of leaves that have fallen.

We have a bush that grows straight up each year. The stems are thin and the leaves are huge on this bush. At the top of these spindly stems are blossoms. It will be another two weeks before they bloom into bright pink flowers. They fascinate me. As I walked towards them, I thought of late bloomers.

In my reverie, I glanced down to a weed that has been in my driveway (we have a gravel driveway). I have stepped on this weed several times, never bothering to just pull it out. About to put my foot down on it, I stopped. At the top of the weed were little white flowers. Again, a late bloomer.

Sometimes late bloomers don’t make a brilliant splash in lives. They are tiny, and easily overlooked. They may be out of focus (like my pictures) and insignificant. But, the Lord of all creation purposes each living creation with a specific task in life.

Like the earth with the early and late rains in our seasons, we each are watered and have growth in our lives. Our growth is different. Our blooms are different. Yes, the tall bush with the brilliant flowers draw the eye to them and it’s fun to see a spring color in the midst of falling leaves. I think of it like the last hurrah! A plant rebelling against the oncoming cold and frost. This little weed is just as significant though. It has grown up through the gravel and moss. It’s strength is incredible. It’s endurance has known no end. It produced it’s flowers, it bloomed.

What an encouragement to all of us late bloomers. Hold on through the hard times and the encroaching cold. The Lord has planted deep within you a purpose that will bloom if we can receive the former rain and the latter rain from our Creator. Take heart.

What is Your Garden Like?

And when He had sent them away, He departed to the mountain to pray.” Mark 6:46 (NKJV)

Yesterday we sang the hymn “I Come to the Garden Alone”. I have sang this song for years. I have read cute stories of children asking who Andy is, and parents discovering that it is this hymn they are talking about, confusing the words, And He for Andy. “And He walks with me, and He talks with me, And He tells me I am His own;” Often when I hear this song, I think of that story.

I love gardens. When I think of a prayer garden I imagine a beautiful spot in the middle of a lush growing garden of flowers. There is either a bench in the middle or a swing. It is sweet and peaceful in my mind. Or the other scenario I think of a garden is the picture we have seen since we were little of the garden Jesus went to before his arrest. I see a spot with a large stone where you can lean upon and pray. Of course, in reality, this would not do for me. I would be hesitant to lean upon a rock not knowing if a snake of any sort would be sunning itself on it. Plus, kneeling on the ground where creepy crawlers could crawl up on you is not my thing.

In my reality I have no official garden. I sing the first stanza, “I come to the garden alone while the dew is still on the roses.” I love roses, but I have no roses. I can point to the places where I have attempted growing roses and then point to deer who have eaten my roses until they do not exist.

So, in truth, I have no actual garden. Or, so I thought.

Our worship leader yesterday paused before singing this song. She had been struggling with the meaning of the second verse, “I’d stay in the garden with Him Though the night around me be falling, But He bids me go; through the voice of woe His voice to me is calling.” She went on to describe how the voice of woe is not sadness, but like grandparents are sad to see their grandchildren depart, they know they will return, but tears are shed at their departure. Then as the grandchildren depart, the grandparents will stand in the doorway or driveway and wave to them.

As she spoke, this picture came to mind. This is Little Man when he was Little (he is now a young man). He was going back home and grabbed my hand and told me we needed to hide so he could stay with me. I picked him up and we walked outside. While we said our typical good byes that take almost as long as the visit, he snuggled in, determined not to leave. I can remember the tears in my eyes as he was held. I did not want him to go.

This is how our worship leader described how our Lord feels when we come to Him. I will never forget her words.

It was then that I realized I do have a garden. It is my driveway where I walk laps. It is the place of prayer. It is where, when I am having a tough day I go to even if I have already walked that day. It is where, when I walk out the door, I begin to talk with Jesus.

What does your garden look like?