Gardens of HIS Choosing

Kindness is a seed planted in a garden we may never see. – adapted from a Greek proverb.

I was traveling a well-worn path of my own making, at times wondering why. Not as much doubt, as complacency.

In the faded pages of an old prayer book, Walter Rauschenbush thanked God for those who are masters of form and color and sound, who have the power to unlock in us the vast spaces of emotion. He prayed God would save them from the temptations which beset their powers.

Now, I consider myself an apprentice of many things and master of none, but the temptation to be drawn away from what I know is right and true? That I know too well.

Pastor Rauschenbusch prayed for me more than a hundred years ago, not knowing I would need it today.

I’m still learning from sermons Oswald Chambers wrote around the same time. A hundred years or more.

And letters the Apostle Paul wrote nearly two thousand years ago:

Let us not grow weary of doing good, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up. Galatians 6:9

Giving up is not an option, as my trainer would say, but passion? That’s another thing entirely.

The Greek proverb speaks of old men planting trees whose shade they will never sit beneath.

My scribbles may touch a heart in the moment and fade away, or perhaps reappear in a thousand years. Only God knows where He is taking it.

There is value in doing good, just for the sake of doing good. It’s what we are called to do.

So as long as the Lord lends a voice to the whispers in my heart, I will continue to pass them along.

Kindness.
Caring.
Gentle words.

We all have them to offer.

Planting seeds in gardens of His choosing.