Tend

I cried on and off all day today. I could feel Him, moving and working within me. As I sit deep within a season of change, I try to remain still and let the Gardener work.

I can feel him pulling up the weeds, tending to the soil, tilling and turning it over. He meets me in that space where He is preparing fertile ground for what’s ahead. Right now, it’s just the dirty work of the soul - the softening of the ground, the preparation, the trusting the process, the growth that awaits me on the other side. The truth is, nothing lasts forever in the garden. We aren’t meant to see it for it’s permanence, rather for its seasonal produce, it’s coming and going. And just when it yields the most, it’s got to be turned over again.

It’s a push and a pull that I just can’t seem to wrap my brain around, but my heart knows to stay still. To let Him do His mighty work in and through me. I can’t help but believe that He knows what I, the soil, needs and that there is great hope in the waiting for the soil to produce, of the anticipation of what may grow or what may sprout, or of what it will taste like, look like.

I can’t see it or taste it or know it… yet. It’s far too early in the season to have any idea of what lies ahead. So, I allow Him in and I focus my eyes on the Gardener. Thankfully, He isn’t apart from the process. He is the one tending; He is the one getting dirty. So I choose to believe He will see to it that it’s done well.

• song pairing • “Tend” by Bethel Music, Emmy Rose