Confessions of a Gardening Sluggard

Confessions of a Gardening Sluggard

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A sluggard does not plow in season; so at harvest time he looks but finds nothing

(Proverbs 20:4)

 

 

I love flowers. I would like to have an attractive flowerbed along the backyard. Sometimes I even dream about velvety roses in the spring and how I would take my coffee out in the morning as they opened to meet the sun. However, the realities of my inadequacies shatter my visions. If the truth were known, I’d really rather swing a golf club during the nice spring weather than wield a spade or sickle. I confess that I am the gardening sluggard who expects results but lacks the expertise. .

Most people equate the word sluggard with laziness. On the contrary, the sluggard is not afraid of hard work, but rather expends energy at the wrong time or the wrong way. He lacks the insight to equate the poor results with poor choices.

The dictionary defines sluggard as: one who is slow on the uptake, sluggish. In other words, the sluggard does not quite “get it.”

Without proper cultivation of the heart, the garden of our soul suffers.

We try to live out our Christian experience in our limited knowledge. We follow a rigorous routine of Bible reading and prayer. Every time the church door opens, we’re first in line for seating. Yet, all the exterior trappings of our religiosity bring no lasting peace or joy. We are as fruitless as the garden seeds sown out of season—and we wonder why.

Such was my estate. I tried to live my Christian life as I try to garden, vigorously applying haphazard and useless energy, which availed nothing. I lacked the indwelling of God’s Holy Spirit. What I perceived as truth was nothing more than dead leaves raked from the wisdom of pastors, Sunday School Teachers, and acquaintances. My definition of Christian was based upon what others believed. It was counterfeit faith that would never blossom. My heart was a spiritual dessert, arid and fruitless. But when soil is in need of water, God will send the rain.

He revealed to me the nature of my sluggish heart. I realized that I was spiritually deficient and wanting. When I cried out to Him, He turned the wasteland of my life into a bountiful oasis.

 

And I will ask the Father, and He will give you another Counselor to be with you forever—The Spirit of Truth (John 14:15 NIV)

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About Linda Wood Rondeau

Award-winning author Linda Wood Rondeau writes blended contemporary fiction that demonstrates, once surrendered to God, our worst past often becomes our best future. Retired from her long career in human services, she enjoys being able to play golf year around. Readers may visit her website and blog, called Snark and Sensibility.

Comments

  1. Aren’t God’s revelations amazing? How they bring life where you didn’t even realize a wasteland existed? I will never forget the pulsing of eternal life that filled me when I first became a follower of Jesus. Years later, my sister shared her own experience with Christ gaining entrance into her life with the words, “Now I know what you’ve been trying to tell me!”

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  2. Thanks for stopping by and for your feedback. God’s presence can never be denied or explained away. He is real and will do whatever is necessary to bring us to accountability.

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