“God made it grow”

I was trusted and given a beautiful seed.  A tender seed.  A seed designed to grow into a beautiful flower.  A plant that would bring light and goodness and beauty to this world.  I planted it perfectly, in nutritious soil, surrounded by other plants that would compliment it’s growth.  I watered it some, not too much, not too little.  I checked on it daily and made note of how strong and quick it grew.  I told people about this growing giant in my garden.  I bragged and showed off about the abilities of my amazing little gardener hands.  I documented the growth every week and sent it to the person who gifted me this precious plant.  We rejoiced together at how awesome it is to watch something grow.  It grew into a giant!  It was stunning, bright and breathtaking.  It towered among my other plants, you could see it from the county road, a football field away.

“God made it grow….”

I planted it.  I tended it.  I picked the bugs off one by one.  I fed it.  I made sure it had optimum sunlight.  I measured it.  I watched it literally follow the sunlight during the day.

“God made it grow…”

I made sure it was surrounded by plants that would be good for it to grow up around.  Plants that would attract all the bad bugs away from it.  And it grew and grew and grew.

“God made it grow…”

When it looked stressed, beaten-down, thirsty…I tended to it.  Was it thirsty?  Was it uncomfortable?  Was there a bug somewhere I hadn’t found?  Was it hungry?  Was it being over-watered or fed? Was something blocking the sun from reaching it’s leaves?  Were there weeds stealing nutrients from the soil I hadn’t seen?

“God made it grow…”

It began to wilt.  I checked on it twice a day now.  It bent over it’s big, bright and beautiful head.

“God made it grow…”

It’s huge and green leaves withered and turned yellow….but still stood.  It’s crisp and bold yellow flowers began to mellow and fall…but still stood.

“God made it grow…”

I thought I must have failed.  I thought, it must have been a bad plant after all.  I talked of taking it out of the garden because it was ugly now.  Who wants to look at a droopy, weak looking, miserable plant?

“God made it grow…”

A whisper said to keep it there.  A whisper said to be patient and wait.  A whisper said, “God makes it grow…”.  I left it alone.  I left it to look painfully miserable, distraught, exhausted, and weak…surrounded by plants thriving and producing but sticking out like a sore thumb.  It made me sad to see it suffering…

“God made it grow…”

How I wanted to tend and care and fix this dying and seemingly suffering plant of mine…not mine, I remembered, but given to me.

“God made it grow…”

A friend came with her children to walk through the garden, harvesting some plants, admiring growth and the miracle of life.  We saw the big and sad plant.  My friend lifted up it’s head and we gasped at the sight of 300 plus seeds.  New seeds.  Seeds to plant.  In it’s perfect timing…it yielded it’s fruit…and in it’s perfect timing, it’s harvest.

“So neither he who plants, nor he who waters is anything, but only God, who makes things grow…”

We are given people and created things to care for…but it is God who ultimately is the care taker.  Listen to His whispers…be patient…and wait on the goodness of the Lord…