Hello all my awesome supporters, friends, and family,
I hope you are doing well!! I feel like I have been very bad
at updating my blog lately, which I won’t use excuses for… I will however,
promise to be better at updating all of you on a more regular basis.
Over the last few weeks, I have added to my daily duties
that of gardener, which seems very fitting as my German friends like to point
out, my last name means: Tree Gardener. I guess it must be in the genetics or
something, but lately I have been helping Wes, the man who is head of
Greenhaven Charity, plant little onions, corn, and potatoes in the garden on
the Farm. It is a rather small plot of earth, but for the eight of us living on
the farm, it will provide some additional food over the winter months, and for
this city girl, it is an opportunity to embrace living on a farm and learning
how to do all those things that farmers do. I am trying to embrace farm life,
but I’m not sure if I enjoy all the weeding and digging. I’m hoping that as I
watch the plants grow, it will make all the hours of toil and sweat worth it.
In addition to planting the vegetable garden, I have had the
opportunity to plant the flower garden as well. We have beautiful peonies and
dahlias coming up, which seem (at least right now) to be far more rewarding
than planting the vegetable garden (and I have to admit, I am sick of looking
at potatoes after planting nearly 20 rows of them!). I also got the chance to
plant 30 cedars the other day (thankfully, I didn’t have to dig 30 holes, Wes
went ahead of me digging as I planted all the little trees). Sometimes, I think
God must just laugh at us because I remember a year ago telling someone that I
would NEVER garden… little did I know that God would change everything, and He
really has. Sometimes, I think the only thing that gets me out of bed in the
early morning to weed is the realization that planting seeds (or bulbs) is a
lot like life. God plants a seed in someone’s heart or mind, and it just grows
from there. We may not see the seed that was planted or even know that it is
there, but God knows, and He waters and tends that little seed until the time
is right, and a little plant pops out. Sometimes, I know that I’ve planted something
in the ground, and I look at the black clay like soil and wonder if anything
will ever happen, then one day, almost over night, a little plant just blossoms
and peaks its head out as though it is afraid of this big world above the
ground.
I guess, I see a lot of similarities between my work in the
garden and the work that we do here on the farm (and so many do in their own
daily lives). We plant seeds (sometimes unknowingly), and we carefully love and
tend the ground in which we have planted. Then, we continue to care for this
little patch of earth or even person, until one day, something happens,
completely out of our control, but completely within the plan of our Maker. I
think the one thing that I have been learning on the Farm, especially with the
guests is that all I can do is be myself, remain compassionate for others, know
that God is doing all the work, and know that God is working through me, even
when I am grumpy, or sad, or happy or however I am feeling that day. God has
never looked at a piece of earth or a person as useless, and I think we can all
look back on our own lives to give credit to that statement. So, like a seed, I
will carefully and kindly love the people who surround me, and know that it is
God who is doing all the work.