Musings on old seeds, new seasons and the sound of singing.

Tis the season for a good Spring Clean, and a couple of weeks ago, as we cleared out our shed, we found a massive bag of expired seeds. 

The date on the packets told me these seeds were over, time to dispose of and buy new. Instead, I bought a monster bag of potting soil and planted every expired seed. A satisfying afternoon of dirt under my gel nails as I wondered whether these tiny dots held life. 

As I planted, a word came to mind, dormant. The dictionary definition is, ‘slowed down for a period of time; in or as if in a deep sleep.’ I imagined the life inside the seed, the burial needed, then the trigger needed for the renewal process. The seed lies dormant until environmental conditions are favourable for it to germinate. I decided to be a part of the renewal process!

The reality is, there is no period of inactivity where nothing is happening. Dormancy might appear to be a hard shell, impermeable even, but I see it as protection until the right time. That time when the exterior weakens to allow breakthrough through soaking and scarification. Heat, light and fire being effective methods to breakthrough – sound familiar? Of course, there is natural scarification as the ground freezes and thaws.

Scripture encourages us to watch the seasons, the signs, nature encouraging us that there are times to prepare. 

I recently read this, which sums up my thoughts well, ‘Just as winter prepares plants and trees for warmer weather, a spiritually dormant season is a time of preparation—when our inner character is developed and strengthened. Strong character is essential for withstanding storms that will come during seasons of growth and harvest.’ 

The very nature of God encourages us: that we are never static, that the seasons are His gift to our soul, that He allows favourable conditions for our growth.

Be encouraged that there is no expiry but simply dormancy; my little green shoots have shown me this.

In this harsh, fragile, Covid world we find ourselves in, I pray that we’ll allow the light, heat and fire of God to break through our protected self, bringing life to the new things that are happening inside.

He is faithful; He is doing a new, different thing, new life is emerging. 

Or, as Solomon wrote, 

My beloved spoke and said to me,

    “Arise, my darling,

    my beautiful one, come with me.

See! The winter is past;

    the rains are over and gone.

Flowers appear on the earth;

    the season of singing has come,

the cooing of doves

    is heard in our land.

The fig tree forms its early fruit;

    the blossoming vines spread their fragrance.

Arise, come, my darling;

    my beautiful one, come with me.” Song of Solomon 2:10-14

Expired? I’m confident I’ll show a whole garden of flower pics soon,

Remember, you are loved! 

Michelle xo

Bloom where you’re planted.

Canada 893Walks in our Canadian garden.

During worship in church a couple of weeks ago I saw a garden where God walked among us. As I watched him walk, I began to see us – his children – in different scenarios.

The first scene I saw was people sat in tangled weeds and undergrowth – head in hands not knowing where to begin.

The next I saw were people hiding behind trees, glancing out occasionally but hiding.

The next I saw were people who had climbed up trees… familiar story?

I looked across and saw people tending a section of garden, beautiful flowers, vibrant colours – this group had their backs turned to the rest of those in the garden.

There were people wandering around the garden and not settling.

Then there were many giving out from their areas.

The beauty of this picture was as the Lord walked amongst us in our own space – there was no condemnation. He walked as a friend, drawing us, wooing us, pursuing – he had gentleness in His eyes and oozed love.

God walks amongst us.

His presence …

will address any alienation or isolation we might feel.

will pour out love over fear.

will strengthen us to find our way out of the weeds.

will call us to make our home in Him.

will call us to face one another in true community.

This speaks of intimacy – God is calling us to a new intimacy in Him.

The book of Songs is where I am camping out at the moment… I think I’ll be here a while. As we acknowledge our place in the garden. The Lord is speaking this word from Song of Solomon 2:14 “…Let me see your face, let me hear your voice; for your voice is sweet, and your face is lovely.”

Let him see your face. The real you. Let him hear your voice. He is interested in all you have to say.

This isn’t about sitting pretty in our gardens,

‘It is time to bloom where you’re planted..then you and those around you will know the sweet fragrance of Christ’

SAM_0909Walks in our English garden.

‘Keep your eyes open for God, watch for his works; be alert for signs of his presence. Psalm 105:4

‘My lover is already on his way to his garden, to browse among the flowers, touching the colors and form. I am my lover’s and my lover is mine. He caresses the sweet-smelling flowers’. Song of Songs. 6:2

N.T Wright writes ‘If you don’t want your garden to grow weeds, one of the best ways is to keep it well stocked with strong, sturdy flowers and shrubs. If you don’t want your mind and heart to go wandering off into the realms of darkness, one of the best ways is to keep them well stocked with wise and thankful themes’.

Hope these words of encouragement bless you – you are loved – you have a place. Let Him see your face and hear your voice.

Stay in touch,

Love, Michelle