Seeds for my love of gardening were planted at age 10 when I first read Frances Hodgson Burnett’s children’s classic, The Secret Garden. I had the measles that summer, and was confined to bed for what seemed like ages. Mom would darken the blinds each afternoon and read aloud as I closed my eyes and visualized the vine-covered walls of this extraordinary hideaway.
In this delightful book, a neglected garden is rejuvenated through careful tending, creating the backdrop for a neglected father/son relationship to be restored and new friendships fostered. I remember later reenacting scenes from the book in my grandmother’s backyard as I tended her daisies, black-eyed Susans, and honeysuckle.
Actually, every garden tells its gardener’s story. My grownup garden began in 1997 with the planting of a single tree. No house existed on the lot we had purchased to build on because our country home was not selling despite several contracts which all fell through. For many long months, I drove by our vacant lot, sadly praying God would make things happen faster so we could begin building our dream home.
One particular afternoon when my spirits were at their lowest, I drove by our lot and discovered a tree had been planted. My farmer husband, as a surprise, had placed paper plates where the pillars of the house would stand, and had planted an oak tree right smack dab in the middle of our non-existent backyard! Here’s what he told me, “Honey, this is the faith tree. Someday soon we WILL build on this lot. And someday our grandchildren will play under the overhanging branches of the faith we are planting right now.” And you know what, 20 years later, he is right!! Five grandchildren play under the shade of the tree in Noni and Papa’s backyard. We are living in the promise fulfilled!
And guess what? We are the Lord’s garden! And our lives tell His story!
Isaiah 58:11 says:
“The Lord will guide you continually, giving you water when you are dry, And restoring your strength. You will be like a well-watered garden, like an ever-flowing spring!”
We would like to thank Susan Hurt for contributing this post.