There are times in life when we need to do just start over. We start something…and we neglect it and try to periodically “make up for lost time”. We make this project a low priority and before we know it, it’s way off course and heading for disaster. If you’ve ever tried to build something from a kit, and neglected to read the directions, you get the idea. Also, if you have any type of garden or flower bed you know all too well how a tiny bit of neglect turns into a tangled mess. Case in point: my mailbox. I would post a before picture but it was pretty horrendous.
A couple of years ago I dug up the grass around the mailbox, put in some bricks to make a “box” and planted flowers in it. It was lovely. I put daffodil bulbs in the fall and the spring provided some lovely blooms. I have done pansies and mums…whatever was cheap, yet hardy enough to withstand being so close to 25A. This spring I planted something pretty……but I got busy. I neglected to prune the flowers and they got long and gangly. I kept procrastinating on the simple tasks I needed to do to get everything back in shape. Grass grew up through the flower bed. It got taller and taller until it choked out the flowers and almost covered the bricks. It looked terrible, and in many ways I felt like that flower box. Good start, solid elements…but months if ignoring simple disciplines and it became so bad that I had to get the shovel and rip everything out.
Sometimes we need a clean slate, too. We need a “digging up by the roots” after getting to the “how in the world do I get here” thought in my head. I stood out by the road with a shovel and dug. Deep. Very deep. Cracking roots and halfway destroying the bricks. I assumed all was lost, and my once lovely job was a complete loss, including the daffodil bulbs. Yes, some were rotten and some were dried up and hallow. But I was able to salvage about a dozen. I was surprised and silently thought to myself: Hope is not lost, Kerstin. Things may seem bleak and hope may feel gone, but God has a plan and he is at work. Give him the shovel, let him pull up the imposing roots. Step aside and watch as the master gardener works. He knows what he’s doing and he has an incredible plan. There is treasure hidden there.