“‘Consider how the wild flowers grow. They do not labor or spin. Yet I tell you, not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these. If that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today, and tomorrow is thrown into the fire, how much more will he clothe you—you of little faith!’” --Luke 12:27-28
At least once a day I walk our dog along a street that is fringed by an unmowed belt of tall grasses and young trees. Growing among the tangle is one lone purple iris. The courtyard of the townhouses across the road is planted with purple irises; somehow one bulb migrated from the cultivated flowerbed to the wild. Even without a gardener’s tending, it has flourished, and it is beautiful. When we walk in faith, we take on the responsibility of tending God’s garden (Genesis 2:15). But sometimes we forget that we are only the undergardeners and that God is the Head Gardener. We begin to think that nothing will grow without our touch. We poke, prod, pick, pinch, pat, and fuss. If our labors appear to give results, it is because they have been blessed by God; otherwise they would not succeed. The iris among the weeds reminds me that every flower, tree, animal, and person is in God’s hands, and he can do very well without us. We can trust in him to care for all his creation.
Dear God, Help me to trust you to care for all your creation. Bless my labors in your garden, and remind me that love and grace can flourish without my meddling, too. Amen