Spring is upon us!
We made it through the winter, as we always do, and have been rewarded with the life-giving sunshine and promise of hope. This is the time of year I get itching to play in the dirt, buy bright colored flowers, and spend time sitting in the sun with a good book. I can't wait to weed out the garden beds and transform them from dull, dead branches to splotches of loveliness. And yet...I know my energy and desire to work will wear out. I know that no matter how determined I am, I will lose the weed battle at some point, or some section of garden.
And that's okay.
I feel like my garden is a reflection of me and, really, all of us. Some portions are pretty, and ready to be shown off, but most of it has a lot of work to be done.
Take this bleeding heart for example. Zoom in enough, and all you see is the stunning creation of the plant. What you don't see are the weeds surrounding it, the peeling concrete steps to the right of it, or the down spout behind it. 
I know I have parts of my life that look presentable, but there is more left unseen. I'm thankful that I have a gardener- no, not just A gardener, the MASTER gardener, who is constantly and consistently working on me to mold me into the creation He envisions. I have a gardener who will not get discouraged by all the work that needs to be done, or weary because I'm not performing to the level He desires to see. I have a gardener who will never give up on me.
Oh, what a joy He brings.
