Gentle Hands of the Master Gardener

Spring is emerging. And so are the plants in my garden that come back every year after slumbering through the winter, deep in ground.

Most of the time I can’t wait to see tender green leaves pushing through the brown earth as they grow upward toward the sun. In my eagerness I sometimes gently remove the fall leaves and the winter debris so I can better see my promises of spring. 

I also have a packet of seeds that were given to me from another gardener that I can’t wait to put in the ground. Once I decide where I want these new additions to grow in my garden, I’ll till the soil, dig a hole, and drop the seeds in a row. Then I will gently cover the them with the tilled soil and sprinkle with water.

When I think about my future plants that I will be enjoying this year, I’m reminded of the Master Gardener—the One who with His hands fashioned not only the world, but also me. He knitted me in my mother’s womb. If I will take the time to be gentle with my fragile plants and seeds, how much more gentle He must have been as He prepared the womb and knit my frame together.

As winter turns to spring in your area of the country, I hope you too will think of the One who knit you and fashioned you. And He created you for a purpose. Rest in this truth that is as true and sure as the seasons themselves. 

“For you formed my inward parts; you knitted me together in my mother’s womb. I will praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made, Wonderful are your works; my soul knows very well. My frame was not hidden from you, when I was made in secret, intricately woven in the depths of the earth. Your eyes saw my unformed substance; in your book were written, every one of them, the days that were formed for me, when as yet there was not of them,”  (Psa. 139:13-16).

Photos by Beth Fortune

Scripture from the Englis Standard Version of the Bible.