It's UNC's spring break this week (even though it's freezing), so I'm at home in Brevard! I found just about the only flowers in bloom here for these pictures. It’s unfortunate that there aren’t more, cause flowers are honestly my favorite part of spring. There are so many different shapes, sizes, colors... it never fails to amaze me. It’s always been a dream of mine to have my own flower garden. Even dirty work, like pulling out weeds or laying fertilizer, would be such a joy knowing the end result would be a beautiful, meticulous, well-cared for garden. Maybe I’m alone in that desire, but I can’t help but think of Jesus as the attentive gardener of our heart gardens.
I love the imagery of a humble king looking forward to the moments in his day where he can get on his knees in the dirt and care for his rose buds and baby ferns. He doesn’t mind tearing out the weeds that inevitably grow, mending a ripped leaf or broken branch, or getting pricked by the rose’s stem. He loves it all, simply because he loves and finds joy in his flowers.
Imagining Jesus as a heart gardener is so encouraging to me, first because the image is a beautiful one, but also because it implies we are helpless to tend to our own hearts. How likely is it that a fern can tear out the weed that is choking it, or prevent a deer from nibbling at it? That’s about how likely it is for us to keep our own hearts immaculate. We were never meant to care for ourselves; we were built to let Jesus do that work. How refreshing! All we can do is go to Christ in prayer that he take care of our weeds, and he will be faithful to do it.