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Galatians 5:22-23 - But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self-control. Against such things there is no law.

Planting a flower bed is much more work than I'd expected. The task is complete, and every muscle and joint in my body aches to prove it!

Our house was built in 1927. It shows its age well. Two years ago when we had the house rewired, it was determined that all of the existing wiring was original to the house. The floor in the living room is beginning to buckle, which is just one more project we will have to undertake before long. Hopefully, we will soon be able to put new siding on the house, and in a couple of years we plan to install central heat and air. Again, the house shows its age in many areas. The yard is no exception.

I can only imagine all of the flowers, trees, shrubs, and vegetables that have been planted in my yard over the past eighty years. There are wild onions growing in the front yard along with the remains of several trees that we have cut down while living here. There are several ruts in the yard from all of the digging that has taken place over the years, but the proof of all that has been planted lays beneath the surface.

As I began to dig, I quickly realized that I was in for more than I had bargained. With each drive of the shovel, it became more and more difficult to break up the roots that had spent years forming and growing. The evidence of all that had been planted in the ground was still there even though the plants themselves had been gone for sometime. I knew that if my flower bed were to be a success, I would have to remove all of the old roots so they would not eventually choke the growth out of the new flowers I wanted to go in their place.

Our hearts aren't much different than the ground in my front yard. With each of life's disappointments- heartaches- and failures, seeds of doubt, frustration, bitterness, and anger have been planted and grown. God longs to remove those things and plant something beautiful in its place. But before He can, He has to remove the roots that have been buried in our hearts as long as we can remember. The hurtful thing the teacher said to us a child, the time the bully teased us in front of the class, the boyfriend that left, the bills that have caused stress, the sickness that has caused worry, the broken relationships, and so on all lay there beneath the surface waiting to choke the life out of any new growth.

Our loving Father wants so desperately for us to grow closer to Him and live a life of joy and happiness, so He, the Master Gardener begins a work. It is slow, difficult, and at times painful, but it is necessary. There were times while I was digging the small piece of ground that was to house my garden, that the work became so difficult that I wanted to give up. Not so with God. He keeps loving us, wiping away our tears, bandaging our boo-boos until all is gone, and He can begin the work He wants to see in our lives that will ultimately give us a hope and a future!
It is a job that requires participation and cooperation on our part, too. God can only remove the roots from our hearts when we are willing to let the ghosts of our past out to be laid at His feet... once and for all.

I am thankful for the good work He has started in me! How about you?

Philippians 1:6 - being confident of this, that he who began a good work in you will carry it on to completion until the day of Christ Jesus.


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  1. Hi Samantha,

    Nice to meet you. Thank you for stopping by. I'll be following. You have a cute blog. Looking forward to reading more.

    Blessings

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  2. Great words! It is hard work to keep our "ground" ready for the Lord, isn't it? But so worth it!

    Thanks for sharing this. Hope you have a great day!

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  3. Awessome post, Samantha! Praise God that He doesn't give up easily on us as w emight on our own gardens. I know I have some pruning, weeding, etc to do.

    Have a blessed day, Samantha!

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  4. "Cutting" those old roots out can be downright painful... and we can even "grow" attached to them. Yet, it is only when we break up the "soil" of our heart, and allow God to plant "the new seed" that we can produce much fruit for Him. AWESOME blog! You go, Girl! Keep them coming!!! God is speaking some very powerful stuff through you right now!

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  5. So glad He is not finished with me yet. Beautiful post.

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  6. What a remarkable WORD from God...all because of planting a garden...the lessons we can learn if we just have 'ears to hear'! Thank you for exercising your ears, hearing and then exercising your fingers, writing!

    PRAISE THE LORD for this word and for your faithfulness to share it...for HIS miraculous work in each of us and for the changes He so gracefully and purposefully makes in us as we listen and yield to His will, His way! :)

    I love you friend!

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  7. Hi, Samantha. Thanks for stopping by my blog. I followed you through your profile and noticed we have a lot of common interests from favorite movies to music. Then, there's that sweet tea thing. ;-)

    I'll be stopping back by.

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  8. Beautiful post. Aren't we glad that God doesn't leave us with all these old roots in us, choking out our growth!

    Glad you're joining the party. See you tomorrow for your 100th, woohooo!

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  9. Thanks for stopping by my blog. Hope you're having a great time UBP hopping!

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