Summer. Typically the season of an overflowing garden, bright, red tomatoes and an abundance of jalapeños, just waiting to be picked for the next batch of salsa.
This year has been different.
I diligently prepped and planted in early spring, as usual. But then the late frost hit, covering the tomatoes with a sheet of white, despite my attempt to cover them the night before. Then the late spring drought hit and seemed to suck the moisture out even as I watered.
Then life hit. Construction in our house and yard consumed me in time for the crises to hit. The diagnosis, the heart attack, the accident, the runs to urgent care all swept in and pulled me further from the garden.
The garden dried up in the summer sun, fruitless, as a result of my failure to tend it.
The garden dried up in the summer sun as a result of my failure to tend it. Our souls do likewise. #tendingoursoulTweet
Just as I have physically failed to tend the garden, I have had seasons where I have failed to let the Gardener tend my soul. I have walked through seasons where I was not living planted by the stream of water but rather living in the anxiety of my own strength, easily zapped by the heat of the trial and consumed by the surrounding weeds.
Psalm 1:3 teaches that the one who is planted by streams of water will yield fruit in his season. Even the heat of summer will not dry up the one who is planted by the Living Water.
Life offers dry summer seasons, creeping weeds and thorns galore. But there is a Gardener who offers to tend our soul by His Word when we willingly pause and let the Living Water soak in.
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