When we gave up the fight with the neighborhood rabbits we gave up our dream of home-grown produce for this season. We whispered “uncle” to the weeds and shielded our eyes from that corner of the yard. We sighed when we bought zucchini at the store.
Next year, we told ourselves.
But the tomato plants persisted and despite complete neglect still managed to bear fruit. Not enough to dust off the canning equipment (thank goodness), but enough for weekly batches of homemade sauce. Spaghetti never tasted so good.
Life these past several weeks has left me feeling like these dried up tomato plants. Maybe you’ve had seasons like that, too. Where the good things and blessings in your life seem covered in darkness by situations that become all consuming. Where every day is a do-over, with prayers for patience, understanding, wisdom, and peace. Where exhaustion is your shadow.
When you’re in the parenting trenches with your teens, it is hard. And for those of us parenting adopted teens, the trenches are even deeper. But I know this: despite the difficult “parenting moments” and counting-to-tens and deep breathing and silent prayers, the fruit still grows. The stems may droop and the leaves whither, but the fruit ripens and tastes delicious. Not because of anything the gardener does or doesn’t do, but because of what the Creator is doing.
Hang in there. He’s got this.
I planted the seed, Apollos watered it, but God has been making it grow. So neither the one who plants nor the one who waters is anything, but only God, who makes things grow.
1 Corinthians 3:6-7