For everything there is a season,
and a time for every matter under heaven:
A time to plant…
Ecclesiastes 3:1,2

My little yard around my little house is now “speaking” to me in a variety of vivid colors.  

The soil speaks to me with dark browns.  The grass speaks to me with vibrant greens. The dandelions speak to me with bright yellows.

For many weeks–or, more accurately, for many months–my little yard spoke to me in one color: white. Sparkly white.

But a new season and a new time have invaded my little yard. New voices are speaking.

And the voices in our faith community and in our greater community are speaking.

Daily I hear voices speaking words like these:

“I can’t wait to get into my garden today and to plant new flowers.”
“My grandson will have his graduation party at my house, and I need to get my garden ready.”
“I planted my vegetables yesterday. I am so excited! I love planting.”

It occurs to me that planting is more than a physical activity.

Planting is a state of mind. And planting is a spiritual exercise.

Planting is what we may do to keep our minds alert and to nurture new thoughts within ourselves.

Planting is what we may do to keep our spirits attentive and to promote new actions within ourselves.

In the matter of “spiritual planting,” I offer you the following words that speak with the metaphor of a garden.

In the garden of your daily living, plant four rows of “peas”:

1. Peace of heart
2. Peace of mind
3. Peace of body
4. Peace of soul

Plant four rows of “squash”:

1. Squash gossip
2. Squash fault-finding
3. Squash apathy
4. Squash bullying

Plant four rows of “lettuce”:
1. Lettuce be faithful
2. Lettuce be kind
3. Lettuce be patient
4. Lettuce love one another

Plant four rows of “turnips”:
1. Turnip for gatherings
2. Turnip for meetings
3. Turnip for service
4. Turnip to support one another

Plant four rows of “thyme”:
1. Thyme for God
2. Thyme for family
3. Thyme for friends
4. Thyme for oneself

Water with truth. Weed out meanness. Fertilize with generosity.
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In a garden, in a field or in a life, fruitfulness is not a matter of intensity but a matter of balance and order and rhythm and harmony.

In this season of spring and in this time of planting, may the Divine Gardener tenderly shower necessary portions of faith, hope and love upon each of you.

Beside you in the journey of faith,

                                                                                      Rev. Barbara