When it comes to gardening I admit to having a light green thumb. I can keep some things alive, do a little creative planting, and manage to maintain the growth until the deep summer months arrive. When it is 90 degrees at 7:00 in the morning, the plants are on their own. I guess I’ll never have that pristine yard I see on other properties.
But the wild violets, they are plenteous. I don’t know why these qualify as weeds … but I really like them. Sometimes I avoid them as I mow … they are just too beautiful to mow down like the other weeds (and small amount of grass) in my yard.
Cold blows the wind against the hill, And cold upon the plain; I sit me by the bank, until The violets come again. ~Richard Garnett
Anywhere wild violets grow there remains a testimony to the beauty and strength of God’s grace. I’m impressed by the way they keep emerging through the elements into the fresh air of life only to face adversity and come back again.
I’ve seen it often in the world around me. In spite of the darkness and distress, people of God grow beautiful lives. It is His strength that powers them, invisible to those outside the Kingdom.
But by the grace of God I am what I am, and his grace to me was not without effect. No, I worked harder than all of them—yet not I, but the grace of God that was with me. ~ 1 Corinthians 15:10
Are you facing some dark days? Keep working through each day. Grasp, pray, struggle, pray some more. Tomorrow is coming and whatever progress you make today is not in vain. It is empowered by God. Whatever you’re working your way through in this life, keep at it. You may not think much of yourself or your own spiritual life. But anywhere a wild violet grows there remains a testimony to the beauty and strength of God’s grace.
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