Isaiah 58:11 says, “And the Lord will guide you continually and satisfy your desire in scorched places and make your bones strong; and you shall be like a well watered garden, like a spring of water, whose waters do not fail.”
Our lives are created by God to be like a garden. A garden is meant to be alive with growth and each garden has its OWN story. There are no two gardens alike because trees, plants and grass are alive, and each grow entirely different. A garden is designed to have needs and when those needs are met, it blossoms and produces fruit.
The gardener attends to the needs of the garden and a good gardener goes beyond just the needs of the garden. A good gardener holds a vision for the garden and wants to bring it to its full potential, not allowing anything to steal or to stop the journey of growth and eventual maturing. However, Even if the GARDENER does everything in his or her power to nurture the garden, certain things are just out of their control!
Take for instance the weather. We have absolutely no control over whether it rains or not. A couple summers ago, people planted gardens, farmers sowed crops and everyone expected them to produce as they had in the past. But we had a drought, and those who were not PREPARED never got the pleasure of tasting the fruits of their labor. I can only imagine how upset they must have been.
NO ONE plants a garden, WATERS and TENDS it with the intention of NEVER seeing it REACH ITS FULL POTENTIAL AND DIE.
WE ARE GOD’S GARDEN! He never intended for us to just walk through life without purpose, wither away and die. So He nurtures us, waters us, and when the storms of life come, he sets back and allows us to use those situations to grow. In the Garden of Gethsemane (that in the Aramaic language is called The Place of Pressing), Jesus was under so much stress and pressure that he literally bled from his pores.
I was praying the other day and I felt God pointing me to John 20:15. I read it and realized what could have been JESUS reason in the tomb when he rose to find nothing to wear, that He spoke himself a gardeners outfit, and came stepping out of the tomb dressed as a gardener. At that point, I realized the cross had been settled in the garden of Gethsemane and when he stepped out he looked just like someone who was tending the garden. So much so that Mary didn’t recognize Him until He spoke her name.
I believe that Jesus went through his garden and rose up as a gardener to help us through ours. So just know, at this very moment, He is weeding, watering, pruning and tending His most precious garden … YOU!