i have childhood until now friends who are gardeners. possessing a less green thumb, i eagerly listen in on conversations.
gardeners are encouragers. this-is-for-you-too-anyone-can-do-it-totally-worth-it-let-me-help-you-get-started.
gardeners do not fear the cut away, cut back….understanding the abundant life that pruning brings .
gardeners story and remind each other of triumphs and in-the-middle-of-it learning. even failures. they have hold of confidence in knowing the truth and distance of journey.
gardeners are patient for the process but quick in the offer of seeds or cuttings from their own—the sacrifice small in compare with the big of someone else’s beginning. they are i-have-so-much-what-do-you-need.
gardeners understand the value of being rooted in something that brings life. that water and sun cannot grow a plant in bad soil. unwilling to settle for less than real. they are looking for the growing, the harvest, the bounty—to share.
i have proclaimed glad tidings of righteousness in the great congregation;
behold, i will not restrain my lips,
o lord, you know.
i have not hidden your righteousness within my heart;
i have spoken of your faithfulness and your salvation;
i have not concealed your lovingkindness and your truth from the great congregation.
psalm 40: 9-10(NASB)