Spring - Time for Bulbs

Not long ago, they were all frozen solid. Buried in the ground since the fall. Surrounded by very damp, water drenched frozen mud. Bulbs and roots, frozen and squeezed all winter. Left there six month ago and now... and now they are warmed by the sun and growing. Yes, the bulbs are up and it won’t be long until we have another opportunity to enjoy the array of colour as the flowers appear. Tulips in one garden, daffodils in the other, while crocuses will bust into bright beautiful flowers down the row.
I love spring. Love to see the new growth while ignoring the fall leaves still crowding the yard. Love to see the snow bells arrive early thinking the cold nights will destroy them. But there they are each morning. Still showing off their early greenery and white drooping flowers. Spring is a time for new starts. Where nature wake from their restful sleep and begins all over again. Not knowing much about how it works, I leave it up to Him. He knows what He is doing and He doesn’t need my advice or expertise.
A long time ago I heard of a stranger wandering into a well manicured English country garden. Seeing the gardener he complimented him on such a beautiful garden he and God have produced. The gardener told the stranger that he should have seen it before when God was doing it on His own.
The funny thing about that story is, I believe God doesn’t need us. After all He created it all before we even arrived. But I also believe the God asks us to tend His creation. We sing a song at church that has to do with people but I think it fits here. “In His time, He makes all things beautiful in His time.” He has it all worked out. The cycle of life goes on and on. He keeps it going, while we just take our turn tending His creation.
He does the same in our hearts. When we let Him be the gardener of our lives the fragrance of God fills the air, the array of colour boggles our mind and it shows from each of us the beauty of God in us. And as a well tended garden shows the master’s hand, so does the garden of our lives when God tends it by trimming, cultivating, pruning and feeding us. He knows what He is going and He does it better, much better then we can do ourselves. Maybe we should just leave it to Him.
Something to think about.
Rob