It is a great honor for me to have the opportunity to share about my garden project here in California. Thank you Arthur for that!
It has been quite an interesting journey so far.
The plan was to come to the States for three weeks and then go back to Europe. BUT, because it is a journey, some things have changed in those particular three weeks, so I am staying longer.
Genevieve and I moved into our beautiful new apartment. Not only that, but there is quite a big patch of land as well. You can clearly see that this piece of land hasn’t had any nurture, love or care for a long time, something I enjoy giving and doing.
This “garden” is a special hug from God, because I love gardening, being outside and working with my hands.
I also would like to thank everyone who contributed into this garden, what a blessing!
First, I thought the whole garden would be done within a week. We had plans when and how we were going to do it, but in the end, it didn’t work out that way.
We started by planting a few flowers, then nothing happened for a few days, some more flowers and again “silence” of a while. Work in progress.
Last week, as I was sitting at my desk, looking outside, suddenly I felt God was saying to me “this garden is like your life.” Those words have hit me deeply and I started thinking about it.
In the beginning I thought the whole garden would be very pretty within a week, but nothing like that happened. The same is true in my life. I like to do things, get delivered, get healed, the past is past and carrying on with life. Some issues might be resolved quickly, but some are a journey and need time. This is what I am about to learn at the moment. In some ways it is frustrating, because it is not nice to stay in a sore spot for a longer period of time. I want to get over and done with it, but God wants to go deeper. He is not a microwave who finishes everything within two minutes.
So I started comparing this garden with my life. A few flowers get planted, a little bit of progress, but a ways to go. A week later again some more flowers in the ground, then two weeks nothing. In the meantime I take care of the flowers, water them, take the withered off, . . .
But there is still a lot of “dead” soil all around. The soil is so dry and hard that I even didn’t want to start digging a hole by myself, because I thought I would not be able to do so.
Last week, as I was pondering the sentence God spoke to me, I thought to myself, that’s being so powerless, of just waiting and doing nothing. There are flowers in pots, waiting to get into the soil, but I think I am not capable of digging. This just can’t be. So I went outside, took the shovel and started digging. First it was very difficult, but I didn´t want to give up and kept on digging. To my surprise, it became easier and easier. As I was doing the physical work, I was praying, and I know God is doing the same in my life. He is digging, sometimes it’s harder, sometimes easier, sometimes it needs love and care, sometimes it needs a push, sometimes it needs to wait, sometimes it just needs water to sink in which makes it softer, . . .
Every time there is some progress in the garden I am more settled inside. I wish the garden was completed already, just to enjoy, but it’s not. It doesn’t look like it looked 4 weeks ago, but it’s also not finished yet and will never be, because there is always work to do. The flowers need water every day, some are going to wither, those need to be removed, otherwise it takes some life out of the others and so on.
But even now, as the garden is not completed yet, I am able to enjoy it. Today, after I did some more gardening, I made myself some coffee and sat outside, enjoying the colorful flowers and the different birds which are coming more and more to the feeder.
It’s not always easy to enjoy life when there are still sore spots. I would like to be completely healed already, but it’s so true what Arthur always says, “Life is a journey.” I believe God wants to teach me a lot through this whole picture.
I would like to add something. From the very beginning, it was so important to me to get sod on the whole ground. More important than the flowers. Every time somebody asked me about the garden, I was just speaking about the grass. I didn’t realize it by myself, but one day Arthur asked me what it means to me to get the sod. It represents life to me, the freshness and the green color. It’s almost like I am “hungry” for that. I know when the time is right, the sod will be planted, and I am looking forward to that day. But the time hasn’t been right yet, and so there are areas in my life which are not healed yet.
I would like to be further on my way than I am now, but I need to learn to accept where I am. I can’t push God. And as the garden doesn’t look the same as 4 weeks ago, so I am in a much better place than 4 weeks ago. It’s quite exciting and interesting, and I am grateful that I could share with you a little bit of my journey.
I know God keeps on working “in my garden.” For sure it won’t always be very pleasant, but at the end of the day, that is what it takes for the garden to become beautiful. Not only for myself, but also for others to enjoy.