My Life is a Garden

Last fall, I worked hard on a little patch of dirt behind my garage. I used a rake to cultivate the soil. I cleared away a number of large rocks that were there. I removed them so that I could plant a garden this spring. But then, over the winter, another layer of rocks worked their way to the surface. I am so frustrated.

My life is like that garden. The rocks are my defects of character and the debris of my self-will and self-reliant living. God clears away the defects that are on the surface. Then the next layer of “rocks” emerges. God is not frustrated. He continues to remove every single defect that stands in the way of his purpose: my usefulness to him and to others. It is a process. It takes time. Thankfully, God continues to cultivate the garden of my life