Faith Walking

Isaiah 42:16 (NIV) 2 Corinthians 5:7 (NASB)

2 Corinthians 5:7 gets quoted a lot.  “We walk by faith, not by sight.”  In Christian circles it rolls off the tongue with great regularity.  But I don’t think I understood it – really understood it – till this year.

This year has been good and awful at the same time.  the bad has seemed to go on and on.  My business/ministry is at a standstill.  I’ve had several health bumps in the road.  Relationships that matter have had rocky moments.  I’ve laid down a ministry at God’s direction.  Grief has reared it’s head more than expected.  Property issues have continued to concern me.  It has felt like every part of my life is up in the air like the balls a juggler uses.  However, mine are all still up in the air with no prediction of coming back down.

The good has been very good.  With no work appointments, I’ve had that precious commodity – TIME – to take care of myself physically and deal with the rest.  I’ve had sacred moments with my adult children that I will never forget.  My grandchildren have brought me so much joy.  And the grief ministry I have been able to do is such a blessing – plus – most of it would not have happened if I didn’t have time.

That lengthy explanation brings me to my point.  I am learning to trust – really trust.  The idea of walking by faith and not by sight is my reality.  I think I understand how much deeper it is than it seems as one quickly quotes that verse.  It’s waiting, trusting and all the while seeing nothing.  I’m an Israelite sitting in my tent, waiting for the pillar of cloud and pillar of fire to move.

I don’t know the way, but God does.  The plan isn’t clear to me but God has a plan, and it’s good.

Isaiah 42:16 came up in my reading today.  It says, “I will lead the blind by ways they have not known, along unfamiliar paths I will guide them; I will turn the darkness into light before them and make the rough places smooth.”

That verse resonates with me.  This walking by faith without sight – in many ways I’m walking blind.  But the incredible thing about it is, I’m not alone.  God is leading me along unfamiliar paths.  He’s guiding me and giving light here and there.  And I can fully trust that at the right time, He will completely turn the darkness to light and make these rough, hard, and uncertain places smooth.

It’s not that suddenly all will be perfect.  It is, however, that the wilderness I’m in right now, will become a promised land of sorts.  I simply need to keep trusting God while I sit in my tent.

“Do not fear for I am with you.  Do not be dismayed, for I am your God.  I will strengthen you and help you; I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.”   Isaiah  41:10

The Gardener

Genesis 1 & 2

Every spring I look forward to digging up the soil, getting the weeds out and planting.  You wouldn’t call me an avid gardener though.  I’m not out there every day, other than watering.  Still, I really love preparing, planning and then planting.  The flowers and herbs bring me great joy.  I actually smile each morning as I tend to them.

Did God feel joy as He prepared, planned and planted the garden of Eden?  I wonder. . . .

Though I have read the first two chapters o the bible before, I honestly never saw that Father God was a gardener.  I had never seen Him doing that in creation and had never tied that to God preparing, planning and planting the garden of our lives.  It all makes sense though.  The picture of God planting different things in each season of our lives definitely works.

I look at my life and see how God planted, tended, protected and gave me what I needed to grow through the years.  I also see how my garden burned to the ground in 2014 when my husband died.  I found myself sitting in nothing but ash.  But bit by bit the fertile soil, nourished by the nutrients in the ash, began to recover.

The process has been painful but necessary.  Along the way God has used grief moments to work the dead ashes into the soil, turning it over & over.  He didn’t allow weeds and He tended the soil of my heart with great care.  He used His word, bible study and prayer to feed me.  He used music, dear friends and love from family to water my soul.  Now more than 3 years later I see growth.  The garden of my life has some green and a few flowers.

Becoming

I am becoming – actually we all are.  God has been and will always be the Master Gardener.  We can trust Him to plan perfectly and plant beauty.  His word promises that “He who began the good work in you will continue his work until it is finally finished.” – Philippians 1:6.  Isn’t that good news?  We aren’t finished yet.  Our gardens aren’t fully mature.  God is still planting, still tending.  God is a good Gardener.

If you are in a season of ashes, or a season of painful weed pulling, just know God has a plan.  Know God not only loves you, but loves gardening.  And just like I thrill to see flowers bloom, God thrills to see each of us bloom and mature.  Our garden just looks better and better as we become more like Him.  So take heart.  No matter what your garden looks like, there’s hope.  God’s not done with you.  Matter of fact, He may just be in the beginning season of restoration. 

Trust the Master Gardener.  Let Him restore your soul.  He will  “do exceedingly abundantly beyond all you ask or think.” – Ephesians 3:20

I can’t wait to see the finished garden – mine and yours.