Like a cowlick that refused to lie flat, they dotted our lawn with their clumps of dark green; Glory of the Snow. The flower I was so excited about last spring is the weed my husband now dreads. I have a difficult time thinking of them as weeds. For that time between the last gasp of winter and the fresh breath of spring, these plants were the only vivid green in our lawn. My husband feels differently. He dug up one of the plants to discover a handful of bulbs buried deep in the ground as if they were hanging on for dear life.
I reminded my husband that there would be pretty flowers to look forward to. In my heart, I knew that the flowers would never arrive. Soon the lawn will be mowed and everything will be trimmed to a uniform height. The Glory of the Snow with its innate drive for beauty will be stifled over and over again. Weed or flower? The answer depends on who you ask.
This saga of the Glory of the Snow serves as a warning for walking out my faith. As Christians, we are filled with potential backed by the promise of God. Sometimes, we don’t bear fruit because we plant in the spot of our choosing. It is not God’s place or purpose for us. Other times, we pour all our energy into something, but it never comes to fruition. It is not God’s timing or means for us.
As a growing Christian, my deepest desire is to be where God is planting me. I want to bear fruit for His glory. Is my Christian witness more like a weed or a flower in God’s garden? The answer depends on my obedience to God as the Master Gardener of my life.
“But blessed is the man who trusts in the LORD, whose confidence is in him. He will be like a tree planted by the water that sends out its roots by the stream. It does not fear when heat comes; its leaves are always green. It has no worries in a year of drought and never fails to bear fruit.”
… They will be called oaks of righteousness, a planting of the LORD for the display of his splendor.