dailydatewithgod

I have never been very good with plants.  I even described myself as having a black thumb.  I think it has more to do with not having any particular interest in gardening.  I am very grateful for those who do.  Given that so much of what I eat is plant-based, I would really be out of luck if they did not exist.  I have always admired the way people who garden talk about the process.  They speak of tending a garden like taking special care of the earth and what it provides.  The time and the effort put into making sure the earth has what it needs to bring forth new life that can be shared is marvelous.  I suppose it is much like tending a relationship. Energy, time, concentration, and knowing how the plant responds to sun and water. Making sure to not give it too much or not enough and stunt it growth.  I wonder if God sees herself as tending to us?  It certainly feels that way in the quiet moments of the day.  He checks in on us often, makes water and sun available, and provides nourishing ground from which to grow and become the best version of ourselves so we can be shared with others.  On my daily dates with God I feel as though she has taught me the power of tending to myself to make sure I am able to grow all in an effort to be life which can be shared.  Tending is not always what I want to do and it may not be my first thought.  I often need God’s help to determine if the kind of tending I am thinking of will help me grow or stay stuck in the ground.  It comes much quieter than the rest of the world.  Tending for me include making time to stop and listen for the still small voice that says, “Grow, grow, grow in love”.