“I have no green thumb”. I remember saying that in the past and yet, a few months ago, my friend told me that I have a green thumb. Gardening hasn’t been my passion. It still isn’t. Someone introduced me to growing vegetables as a way of destressing. I started out with a packet of alfalfa seeds. Then I got excited when my efforts were fruitful and I could munch on my sandwich with my harvest. Since I was working from home, I didn’t have to worry about forgetting to water the plants.
I remember the excitement in buying more pots, seeds and you name it…fertilizer, etc.. I wanted to protect my seedlings. My friend teased me about how the neighbours might think that I’m a thief because I was up early in the morning (when it was still dark) and I used my torchlight to look at my seedlings. I was worried about slugs eating the leaves.
Then it dawned on me that our God must also be actively looking after our safety. I learned that if I don’t rehome the seedlings by moving them from the smaller pot to a bigger pot, they have no room to grow and remain rather short. We need to trust in God’s timing regarding the seasons in our lives. He will know when to rehome us when we have grown to the point that we need a bigger location to expand.
Look at those who are honest and good,
for a wonderful future awaits those who love peace.Psalm 37:37 (NLT)