Just got done planting a bunch of bulbs that were sprouting. I love how so many things can be connected to spiritual principles.
There comes a time when God lovingly has to uproot us to
plant us elsewhere. It's for our good, even though we don't like it. We may
have grown comfortable where we are, but He knows that the soil is not good for
our roots. He knows we need to be replanted elsewhere so that we can grow and
bloom into what He intended for us to be. Like my bulbs today, He pulls us from
the nutrient-less soil, pulls away all of the dead stuff encasing us, and
intentionally places us into new soil. He then waters us, thus beginning the
patient process of watching and waiting.
I'm so thankful He knows what's best for me. And His timing
can be trusted. If I'd planted those bulbs too soon, they wouldn't grow into
what they were designed for. Planted too late and the outcome would be the
same. He not only knows where we need to be planted, but also the right time.
He's such a good Gardener.
