My youngest son came out into the backyard looking for me tonight. He said, “Mom you’re watering your garden again? Didn’t you do that already?” It has been dreadfully dry this past month here in Louisiana. I don’t mind though, because it gives me an excuse to go water my plants. Since I’ve been out of school, I spend quiet time in my yard at least twice a day – right after coffee in the morning and after dinner at night.
I’m not sure why the act of watering is so calming to me. I love watching the sunlight pass through the spray of water, illuminating the air around it and painting rainbows. I love watering the bald spots in the lawn, knowing that the grass runners will be drawn to the empty patches rather quickly. I watch them fill in more and more each day with a sense of satisfaction and accomplishment. I also love the familiarity of the gentle sweeping motion I repeat time and again, as well as the feel of the cool mist on my skin.
Gardening is a spiritual experience for me. I’ve always felt close to God when surrounded by His beautiful creations. I love to nurture them, just as God nourishes me. When I’m able to have that precious quiet time – whether in a church, my bathtub, or in my garden, I tend to flourish like a well watered plant. I reap the benefits of inner peace and joy. When I don’t make time to be alone with God in silence, I’m like that crunchy grass laden with bald spots – dry and miserable. Thank You, God for watering me in the garden today!