There are many ways to “decompress” from the demands of motherhood, without necessarily getting away from the kids. I like to grow things in the dirt. As well as in my home, around the table. I think the dirt itself must release joy, for I am unable to go out in my garden and NOT feel more joy.
I cannot be outside, weeding, chopping, hoeing, sowing and be unhappy.
Perhaps it’s partly the analogy of growing things and Growing Things that brings me joy. I plant, I tend, I water, I weed.
And the little seedlings respond to my tender care. As do the Seedlings. And, occasionally, they don’t. Occasionally, no matter what I do, I can’t make them grow, respond, flourish.
It might be the soil. It might be the environment. The weather. With the seedlings, I am so much more willing to relax and know that I am doing all that I can. But with the Seedlings, the Olive Shoots, the Fruit…I worry so much more when they don’t flourish. Perhaps my joy in the garden comes from the reminder that I am doing all that I can do. And it isn’t always perfect.
It is so easy to get troubled by the little day to day difficulties, the drooping heads. But when I step back, and look at the whole thing, the Whole Garden, that which I cultivated, and that which I could not make happen, that which was already there by God’s good grace or by the hard work of those who came before me, I see Beauty. I see His majesty and handiwork.
I see the love and passion that God gave me. I see truth.
It is all working together for the greater glory of God.