I’m amused by how much of my summer garden already happens without my awareness, planning, and cultivation.
Things happened today as if they never depended upon me.
I will harvest what I didn’t work for.
God reminds me of all I don’t work for–of all He graciously and mercifully provides–without my awareness, planning, or cultivation.
It depends on Him, not me. I didn’t have to act like a good gardener. I didn’t do anything but place a seed of truth there all those years ago into soil others prepared in my own heart.
I remember what I don’t work for anymore as I tromp through all the growing mint, asparagus, and strawberries I had nothing to do with this year.
And that curious little asparagus shoots up and offers a picture of grace.
