The morning was a glorious one. Purple and gold crocus are
vibrant against the spring green of the leaves and grass. Delicate white and
green snowdrops continue to flower in the beds.
I wanted to finish what Don had begun while I was away:
plant the sweet peas. He’d gathered the toilet roll tubes I’d been saving over
winter, and started filling them with compost. I finished the job, burying one
seed in each tube of compost and watering them after I’d positioned them on the
window ledge of the conservatory.
I’m expecting to see new growth at just the right time,
pushing through the dirt.
Nothing is wasted in God’s kingdom economy. A cardboard
toilet roll tube is the perfect plant-pot for the deep roots of the sweet peas.
When the time comes to set them out, it’s easy to plop each tube into the
appropriate holes and watch them flourish.
Things which I may consider a waste of time in my life may
in fact provide the perfect container for my next spurt of growth, a spurt of
growth which might bloom and exude the fragrance of Jesus, which attracts those
whose noses have been more accustomed to smelling the rot and decay of some of
the stuff that goes on in the world. May the beauty of our Lord be revealed.
I offer up all of my experiences, Lord, good and bad, for
you to use to your glory. ‘Behold, I make all things new,’ you promise, and I
declare that promise now over all those trashy decisions and experiences I’ve made
and had. As I surrender all to you, I thank you for all that you are growing as
a result of the richness in the compost of my life.
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