I had a dream the other night that I was walking in a garden. This garden was laid out on either side of a stone path and no matter how hard I tried, I kept trampling the flowers. I would straighten and water them and watch the plants grow for a time but in the end they would all die. It seemed like years of hard work that all amounted to nothing.
Suddenly a hand reached out to me and offered help over to a new path. As I walked it, it didn't matter what I did to the flowers. I could step, kick, or pull at them and still they refused to be destroyed. Instead of being maddening it seemed entirely comforting. I had worked so hard on my little garden and yet nothing I did helped the little plants grow. Here I was in a place where I didn't have to work; everything was already done and nothing I did would stop it from happening.
Now bear with me as this is how my mind associates things. I'm at a time of my life where I'm working through several aspects of my life. Relationships, getting ready to graduate college, finding internships and a job, balancing friends and work; it's all overwhelming at times. However I always find myself giving the same advice to others and not really doing all that well at following it myself. It usually starts with God has a plan. We can kick and scream and fight but it's already been laid out. We can see it as frustrating or choose to see it as comforting because no matter how far we fall, the plan is there. He sees and knows everything and in my weakest state, He has a plan.
So my garden dream was a comfort in these days of wandering. It reminds me that anything I touch will wilt and fall away because thus far, everything has. However God is a gardener and everything He touches will flourish and grow even more beautiful than I can ever imagine. It's in His hands so why worry?
