Jesus, Gardener of My Soul

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Lessons From The Garden    

The summer heat is scorching. No amount of water can make my grass green. Seemingly, the earth crust has gone so warm. A sign of global warming and the greenhouse effect as the ozone layer becomes thinner and thinner.

The lessons from my garden this summer awaken me to a reality that with God, nothing is impossible and the visible signs of the times cannot in anyway interfere with His desire to make new life, to make possible the birth of new creations.

Reorganizing a garden in the midst of summer is not a wise move. Plants, they say, will not survive. Even the gardener whom I asked to assist me was hesitant to start the work. I was insistently aggressive. I could not let my garden be lifeless, not even when I pulled out half of the ferns and other plants in the front yard.

I told the gardener, “All we need to do is plant, water and organize. We leave the rest to God to take care of it.”

He smiled with a little sarcasm saying, “Well, it’s up to you. Anyway, I need money,” was his blunt rejoinder. I know he was joking: I know he is a good man.

Gladiola From Far Away

I was very excited to replant the almost six inch gladiola sprouts my sister gave me all the way from Maryland, USA. From the two dozens bulbs of red, lavender and white, I planted a test sample of nine bulbs in four pots. I made sure the soil was good. I was extra-careful not to plant all to make sure I would have some extras in case I failed. Wrapped in plastic bags, I kept the other bulbs inside the refrigerator’s vegetable crisper.

After about five days, the sprouts came out in vibrant green. The bulbs buried two inches deep into the pots came out just beautiful. How wonderful nature can be! They looked like withered onions at first. Visiting the pots every now and then, I was even doubtful if they would germinate.

Missing Gladiola

After seeing the new life in the pots, I made a decision to plant the remaining bulbs kept inside the refrigerator. Something was telling me, the bulbs were gone. True to my hunches, they were nowhere in the refrigerator. I asked my new helper if she noticed the onion-like bulbs wrapped in plastic inside the vegetable crisper, telling her that those were gladiolas from my sister from the US.

Seeing her act nervous with an attempt to lie, I explained they could be mistaken for rotten onions. After a while, she finally apologized, admitting throwing them in the garbage. I wanted to be angry but I held on to my composure. I just thought her ignorance killed my gladiolas. Anyway, I saved nine and have to make the best from them.

Moving On

I replanted the five sprouts in between the big boulders the neighboring village developer gave me two months ago. My new garden with boulders of different sizes interspersed among my ferns, begonias, caladiums of varied colors, mother-laws-tongue of green and yellow gave birth to a new garden. And with no expense except the day’s wage of the gardener and his son. I was under the scorching heat of the sun for more than three hours directing and changing positions of pots.

The final touch was to intersperse the gladiola sprouts, counting the five of them to make sure and I still had four to account for to my sister when they bloom. Someone suggested I take pictures of the blooms. For two days, I had been watering the plants with gusto. It seemed the thirsty soil welcomed my generosity with gratitude. If only it could speak out!


While enjoying the fruits of my labor and fresh look of my little garden, my mind wandered a little bit further. “I will hang a bird feeder and make a little bird bath to entice the Mayas to sing for me in the early mornings as I read my bible on our terrace overlooking my little garden. I will make my little paradise right in my own yard where I can smell the Sampaguita flowers’ sweet fragrance while the cold breeze of the nearby lake caresses my hair. I see myself there, seated on my favorite chair, sipping a hot cup of brewed coffee, I√Ę‚ā¨¬¶savoring the words of God.”

Lessons Learned

Two lessons I learned from the day’s gardening: First, that no matter what, God has a way of making things happen. Second, ask God for something and He will delight you with a surprise.

Little things seemingly common to others stir the depth of my awareness to the possibility of things when God wills it, is the deeper realization. In a month or two, the blooms in my garden of vibrant colors will make me happier. Meantime, I will nurture them daily and God’s love for me will certainly nourish my plants even in this summer heat.

Surely, the secret taken for granted is this; our Creator provides the air and mists to make my garden bloom. He is the gardener of my soul. Thank you my Lord, Jesus for making it grow and bloom too.


Tess Martinez Copyright 2007

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About the Author


Brenda Craig is a published author, prophetic teacher and Seer whose desire is to know the Lord in all His fullness. Her writings and teachings reflect a deep intimacy with the Lord. As a worshiper, Brenda has received revelation on how to take the simple act of ‚ÄúSoaking in His Presence‚ÄĚ to a new level and developed a teaching called Soaking with a Purpose.

2 Responses to “Jesus, Gardener of My Soul”

  1. Tess,

    “Two lessons I learned from the day√Ę‚ā¨‚ĄĘs gardening: First, that no matter what, God has a way of making things happen. Second, ask God for something and He will delight you with a surprise.”

    Yes, God always makes a way where there is no way. He is the Way Maker. Not only does He make a way but He goes above and beyond anything we could ever ask. He is truly the gardener of our souls.

    Blessings in Christ

  2. Brenda,
    Just as I need to confirm my prayer today, I got back to my journals and Oh! your words enlightened me. Yes, I proclaim and agree with you that God is the WAY MAKER. It is always incomprehensible how He makes things happen. It will be done in His very own way and I say Amen…

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