As I write this, I’m sitting in my driveway. Yes, I have other places to work, but right now my 2 year old is asleep in the car, and well, who am I to wake up a napping toddler? So, I’m sitting in my driveway, catching up on some work. As I just looked out at our bushes in the front of our house, I realized that our neighbors are probably wondering when we will get rid of all the weeds that are taking over the bed. How long until a letter from the homeowners association will come? (Please don’t turn us in!) But then I also notice something else that is taking over this area. It’s a pink flower. I have no idea what it is, but it’s aggressive. It has wound its way through all the bushes, from one end of the space to the other. And I’m delighted. Why? Because this flower vine-y thing is from my grandmother’s garden.
My grandmother was an incredible gardener. She could tell you the name of any plant you pointed at and had an unusual assortment of all types of flowers. Her yard was filled with many different areas of flowers. And her method of landscaping? I may be wrong, but I think it was just throw bulbs out there and see what comes up. Now, I know that doesn’t create the most beautiful mental image, but somehow, each year, these fabulous flower gardens would burst forth all throughout her yard. When she had to move due to declining health, several of us dug up flowers from her yard and replanted them at our own homes. I have the most beautiful irises blooming right now that came from her home. From the stash of flowers that I brought home from her house, I planted something at the corner of this particular area of bushes. I don’t remember what it was, because, well, I didn’t exactly inherit her ability to keep plants alive. However, because of the way my grandmother gardened, I got the beautiful surprise of these little pink flowers, that must have been mixed in with the other plant, that now spreads throughout this bed, and when spring returns, so do they.
Each time I look at these flowers from my grandmother’s garden, I’m reminded of her. I’m so glad that she invested herself in gardening so that now I have these reminders of her each day. The thing is though, that’s not why my grandmother spent her spring days digging in the dirt. I would venture to guess that she never even thought about how those flowers would someday cause her loved ones to remember her fondly. No, my grandmother gardened because she loved it. She would spend much of the winter counting down the days til she could dig in the dirt again. And yet, that still wasn’t the thing in her life that she was the most passionate about. Her love for gardening was nothing compared to her love for Jesus. If you gave her a minute of your time, she would tell you about Jesus. I often heard others ask her to give her testimony. We grandchildren would begin to time her to see how long she would take each time. Her love for Jesus was contagious. Like these flowers, she didn’t keep it contained, she let her love for Jesus impact every area of her life and was quick to share it with others.
My oldest daughter just turned 13. For her birthday, I asked 13 people who have influence in her life to write her a letter. Each one made me cry. They were letters of affirmation and wisdom for her years ahead. And they all pointed her to Jesus. Of all the things that we invest in, of all the things that we allow our kids to participate in to develop their gifts and talents, there is none as important as cultivating their love and relationship with Jesus. It is one that they must choose as their own. It is one we can cultivate by living in a daily, vibrant relationship with Jesus ourselves. I believe with all my heart that our greatest goals as parents should be to live our lives in such a way that our kids constantly see what it means to live in a daily relationship with Jesus. Not as a hobby, or a second-thought, but in a life-giving, passionate, love relationship with Jesus. Has he made a difference in your life? Has Jesus taken over your life and brought beauty to it? Then pass it on. Allow it to take over your life. Get rid of the garbage that weighs you down and that you pass on to your kids. Live the passage of Acts 17:28 that says “For in him we live and move and have our being.” Pray for that same thing for your children, and their children, and for generations to come. Be prepared to be amazed at what God will do. I believe he will surprise you.