I’m writing this in the early weeks of autumn as the leaves are beginning to succumb to gravity and the thermometer is gratefully beginning its slow decline from the ravages of an early hot, dry summer. I’ve cleaned out my garden plots, pruning back a tomato tree; I’ve never seen one get that big and bushy and likewise produce so little fruit (there’s another analogy there, I suppose), and the zinnias basically cut off the sun from the struggling lavender. Evidently, I was not aware of the potential within the plants, the effect of such good dirt, and the needs of the individual varieties. So I’ll try it all again when this old planet limps back around the sun once more this Spring.
I’ve decided that gardening is not only a science, but an art. Unfortunately, I’m not much of either, except like Edison, in that if it doesn’t work the first 999 times, persistence might make the 1000th be the winner.
I am, at the very least, persistent.
Relationships, I’ve decided, are also both a science and an art as well. We have three children. We had them early in our marriage, and I was young. I didn’t really even know myself very well, and here I was mothering three little girls, all with different personalities, talents, and destinies! Are you kidding me??
As they were approaching that wonderful American invention called “adolescence”, Bob and I did a Gary Smalley personality survey on ourselves and our kiddos.
Our eldest is a Golden Retriever—let’s take care of everybody and make them feel loved.
Our middle is more of a Beaver, organizing, accomplishing, business-minded.
Our youngest (sigh) is a full scale Lion….the kind with teeth and claws. This is not a bad thing, and I sigh only in part because her mother is an Otter. An a fun-loving, fly-the-seat-of-your-pants Otter. An Otter raising a Lion.
Yet another proof that God has a sense of humor.
I love this passage from Isaiah and leave it here for an encouragement to young mothers:
“The farmer knows just what to do,
for God has given him understanding.
A heavy sledge is never used to thresh black cumin;
rather, it is beaten with a light stick.
A threshing wheel is never rolled on cumin;
instead, it is beaten lightly with a flail.
Grain for bread is easily crushed,
so he doesn’t keep on pounding it.
He threshes it under the wheels of a cart,
but he doesn’t pulverize it.
The Lord of Heaven’s Armies is a wonderful teacher,
and he gives the farmer great wisdom.”
And just as there is no cookie-cutter approach to child-raising, God does not use the same approaches with us, His children, either. How boring would that be?? What He is, is persistent.
So Edison and I are good company.
Isaiah 28:26-29 Holy Bible, New Living Translation, copyright © 1996, 2004, 2015 by Tyndale House Foundation. Used by permission of Tyndale House Publishers Inc., Carol Stream, Illinois 60188. All rights reserved.