I'm not a gardener....in fact....none of my ten thumbs are green....but I try. I experimented this Spring with wildflowers....not knowing what to expect....but different flowers would bloom at different times....and the whole thing was enjoyable....but there was this one long stem....one at least thirty-six inches....with some green on it....but that was it. It looked like it might just be a weed....but I kept it. Fall came....and most of the wildflowers were gone....and lo and behold....today....November 1....I see these beautiful flowers had just bloomed on those long stems!
A friend who lives in another state in the northwest.....had texted me yesterday a picture of a good sized deer that he just got with a bow. He said that he had been hunting on state lands but saw nothing....so just decided to stay on his own five acres....and there it was. I texted him back that there must be a Christian message in that. Possibly that we do not have to go far to find souls that are ready to be caught as fish in a net?
Well with this picture of late-blooming wildflowers....my mind went to believers who may not....bloom....till later in life. It should surely be a message of encouragement to those who may think that they have wasted too many years....that God can no longer use them....but He is longsuffering....and the blessings are as wonderful....if not more wonderful....at seventy-two years old....(as in my case)....as when we were young. So take heart....so that when our gardener comes He would find you in full bloom!
Update....Wednesday morning....The biggest job by far that I have around the house every year is leaves. I will blow and rake almost every day for about six weeks. I didn't always do it that way for when I was still working....and did not have the time....I would be forced to do all the leaves at once. I couldn't do that today at 72 years....not for strength reasons but for the stress of pushing all of those heavy leaves. Once again this morning....my daily routine turned to the Christian life. We are in essence not preparing for what is ahead of us.....because we neither know the intensity of travail that lies ahead....nor particularly care. We are only into elections....relying on our own powers....putting our hope in broken cisterns. And when those days come in full force....there is going to be a heavy load....a lot of confusion.....name calling....and lashing out....for we did not care that the leaves were falling....or in this case that signs were everywhere to prepare to meet our God. 'Oh we'll take care of that later'....we tell ourselves....'if these be those days'....but we are also unaware of the delusion that will come....and the denseness of the dark....where if possible even the elect would be taken in. Many then will be looking frantically for oil for their lamps.
