Gardening with Jesus

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This summer God has been downloading so many things to me mostly around the theme of gardening.

You might think that I’m a wonderful gardener. I’m not. In fact, most of the time I give up halfway through the summer. I get tired of the work involved. I just want to sit back and enjoy the flowers. I walk around the neighborhood, admiring the beautiful front yards, wishing I had the stamina to put in the work required to have an award-winning yard.

But I don’t. I suffer from low energy levels and poor physical strength. To keep my energy levels consistent, I’ve learned to pace myself, take plenty of breaks and accept the inevitable. My body can only do so much. It needs plenty of rest.

This week I was at Christian leaders’ retreat in Toronto. My decision to go was almost spur of the moment, registering only two weeks before the conference. I wasn’t sure why I needed to go, it was simply an urging of the spirit.

I can’t go into everything about the things that I learned. Some things will settle and morph as the weeks go by. So many revelations were dropped into my spirit and many wounds were healed. It was an incredible week, full of emotion and intimacy.

At the beginning of this week, I experienced a profound and uplifting vision. I’d like to share this with you. I hope it will be as encouraging to you as it was to me.

The vision opens with me standing in my backyard. I walk over to my garden. Jesus is standing there at my raised garden bed with a hoe in his hand. I am surprised to see him standing there. He waves me over and holds up a rake.

“Come Garden with me.” he says.

“Well, I’d like to garden with you, Jesus, but nothing I plant ever grows. I’ve planted and planted and nothing ever comes up.” I said.

“Garden with me.” he says again.

I stand there unsure. I am so discouraged. I’ve tried this before, it doesn’t work. I want to give up.

“But Jesus, I’ve tried this before. It didn’t work then, Why will it work this time?” I ask.

“Because I’m here. Let’s do this together. The seeds will grow this time.”

I take the rake and start to work the soil with him.

I mumble, “I just want to see some fruit from my planting.”

“Come with me,” he says. He beckons me with his crooked finger.

I follow him around the pergola. There in the middle of a very large backyard filled with trees are banqueting tables, stacked end to end covering the lawn. The line is so long I can’t see the end of it. It seems to go on forever.

(Just a note of explanation here. In the natural, my backyard is very small. It would never hold this many tables. This fact confirms the spiritual implication of this vision. This is about my spiritual life, not my natural life.)

Now back to the vision.

The tables are covered and overflowing with fruits and vegetables.

I look at him in awe.

“Where did these come from?” I ask.

“From the seeds you planted.”

I stand back, open-mouthed, my view fixed at the table. I look at him again, then back at the tables.
Then, I see them.

Scores of people, all races of peoples, all ages, young and old alike, from all corners of the globe, are seated around the tables. It’s hard to see them because they are almost hidden by the produce on the table. They pick from the table and eat, feasting on the fruit that came from my garden.

“Where did they all come from?” I asked.

“These are the fruit,” he whispers. “These were from your seeds. They have grown, they are at the table eating. Your planting was not a waste. Your seeds grew and multiplied. You just weren’t there to see them grow.”

The vision closed. I pondered.

There is so much revelation here, that it’s difficult to pick one issue to talk about. But I will review this many times in the weeks and months ahead. I will leave the relevant learnings for each reader to glean for themselves. At least, for now.

At the end of the week, one person (who knew nothing about me or this vision), spoke this one word of knowledge to me.

“Abundance.”

It was a perfect word that fit this vision from the beginning of the week.

My spirit is overflowing. There is so much more to come.

Thank you, Jesus, for this vision.

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1 Response to Gardening with Jesus

  1. I felt I was sitting at that long row of tables during your flash of the moment you saw abundant harvest feeding. The photo you have chosen is a very good choice drawing me into the writing. I sense a joy of writing in this Miranda. Thanks for sharing.

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