This time of year my garden is silent. The summer crops are gone and I spend many mornings cleaning and hoeing the beds for the fall planting. This is the part of gardening that’s difficult for me. It takes a lot of time and work and it will be weeks before anything green appears and months before any kind of harvest. But much is happening in the silence. I am choosing seeds, thinking of plants, plotting the arrangement, and envisioning a full thriving garden.
God, our heavenly Father and only true gardener is working on His harvest. For the believer, silence does not mean forgotten. When your world seems quiet, trust the One who plans, prepares and sees what a beautiful display of His Glory your life will become.
“You turned my wailing into dancing; you removed my sackcloth and clothed me with joy, that my heart may sing to you and not be silent. O Lord my God, I will give you thanks forever.”