Archive for June, 2009

Reflection in the garden: Mislabelled Seeds

Wednesday, June 10th, 2009

About 2 weeks ago, I finally got my act together and I began to sew the multiple packages of seeds I had purchased.  Before opening each one, I took a good look at the picture depicted at the front to envision what I could expect if I managed to successfully cultivate the seeds to maturity.

Without any further thought, I ripped open the packet and I half hazardly sprinkled the seeds all over the soil.  I quickly ran my fingers through the soil, hoping to successfuly scatter the seeds around and I then grabbed clumps of soil from my side and plopped them over what I hoped were the seeds.  (WARNING: I would NOT recommend this method to anyone and I would highly suggest that you read and follow the directions.  Do note that I am not one to read instructions…)

As I watered the garden and the newly seeded soil, the partially buried empty seed packets which I had rolled up and had stuck into the soil caught my eye.   Unlike avid gardeners, my short cut method of labelling seeded areas was good enough for me and it brought a smile to my face.  At least this time, I would know which areas I  seeded as opposed to what was seeded naturally by the wind.    That was when the brief thought popped up. “What would happen if the pictures and the names on the labeled packets didn’t coincide with the seeds actually enclosed?  Rather than encasing the seeds I had hoped for, what if all the seeds were those of prickly thistles?”

I paused for a moment to reflect on that disturbing thought.  Recognizing that the thought was not in line with my usual ones, I asked the Father if there was anything in particular He wanted to teach me.  The Father remained silent.  Just to play it safe,  I said a quick prayer, asking the Father to let the seeds be the authentic ones  so  I didn’t have to painstakingly weed them out later on.

There are times when the Father delays his explanations for the thoughts He plants in my mind.  I often think the Father keeps me in suspense from time to time to ensure that I return back to finish our conversation.  As I type, I am beginning to sense that the thoughts He had planted were there to lay out the perfect setting for what was to follow.

Last Saturday, a few of us attended Coastal Church*s Holy Spirit Day for their Alpha program.  As normally is the case, we watched Niki Gumbel’s talk on DVD and we were then facilitated through questions to exapnd on what we had learned.

Seated with us in our discussion group was an oriental lady who very much reminded me of the Japanese housekeeper/nanny in Bill Bixby’s TV series, “The Courtship of Eddie’s Father”.   Her hair was neatly tied up, she was well dressed and she sat with a “tall” back.  (you know, like… not slouched.)  My first impression of her was that she was shy and she would probably be too intimidated to share.  To my surprise, and probably to every else’s, she caught the entire table’s attention as she shared how she encountered the Holy Spirit.  Her story mesmerized each of us as she mentioned that she “saw” the light of the Holy Spirit break through the darkness that surrounded her.  Her ability to captivate us lasted for a while, but eventually, as she continued on, some of us began to feel uncomfortable about the content of her talk.  Although she claimed to be a Christian convert from the Buddhist faith, she had began to impart teachings of Buddha and she later insisted that the supernatural grace of God did not exist.

As I sit back and reflect, I begin to recognize a similarity between this lady and the mislabelled seeds.  It is pertinent that we continue to ask the Father for the gifts of wisdom and discernment as one will never know when the devil, the Father of lies, will pull a fast one on us.  Unfortunately, what we see will not always coincide with what we get.

God bless,

Melissa – June 12, 2009

REFLECTION: A lesson from the garden.

Wednesday, June 3rd, 2009

I got up a little earlier this morning, knowing that it would be sunny and hot today.  I quickly got into the shower and then headed immediately out to our front garden.  Before that, I had asked the Father what we needed to do this morning.  I knew I had some digging to do since I had just bought two blueberry bushes and some perennials the day before.  The sloped garden also needed watering and so did that empty space between our neighbour’s house and ours.

As always as I garden, enlightening thoughts ran through my mind.  I was inspired to dig up some overgrown fern and to transfer them to an empty spot.  With my big shovel in hand and my all too ready flip flopped foot, I dug out a fern and its roots and brought it over to the other side.  That’s when I saw the bed of weeds which “called out to me and asked to be pulled”.

I’m not sure how others weed, but I do it by using my faithful big shovel and I skim the top part of the soil.  I then pull out the greens from the shovel, roots and all.  Not to my husband’s liking, I then toss the uprooted plants over my shoulder and I let them “rest” on the asphalt driveway.  Guan had recently commented on my infamous weeding scheme and he asked why I clean up one part and always mess up another.  You see, I don’t normally sweep away the greens that I uproot immediately.  I let them “rest” on the side for a while until they are completely dehydrated.  I’m sure glad Guan isn’t here to see the mess I’ve made today.

With that whole patch of  clover that appeared to be seeded en mass, I “skimmed” them up from the surface as always, but because of their massive quantity, I decided to spread the seedlings out on our driveway so that their roots would be exposed.  I must have asked the Father if He agreed with this method because suddenly, this thought came my way.  “The roots need to be exposed and they need to be baked completely in the sun.”  I gasped at that thought, knowing that the Father had often used the garden…His garden…to teach me about our sins and about those who refuse Him.

The first thought that came to my mind after that was the heat of hell.  Now do you know why I gasped?  Then my thoughts lightened up a bit, as the Father once again showed me that we have to continue to dig up all the negativity in our lives and to expose the roots.  As in the garden, He showed me that we cannot allow even a tiny white root to remain in the soil because eventually, another weed will rise from it.

I know my best buddy, Nancy, will say “Wow!” when we finally get a chance to chat.  I myself say “wow!”.  I know this could not have come from me.  This is too profound for me to come up with on my own.  The Father had spoken, through my mind.  How do I know that?  As the Bible, the Father’s love letter, says…”My sheep will know My voice”.  Similarly to what Msgr Smith said last Sunday, I guess we’ve “talked” long enough so that I now recognize His voice.

God bless,

Melissa – June 3, 2009


John 10:27
“My sheep hear My voice, and I know them, and they follow Me.”

John 10:4 “When he puts forth all his own, he goes ahead of them, and the sheep follow him because they know his voice.