You spread out a table before me,
provisions in the midst of attack from my enemies;
You care for all my needs, anointing my head with soothing, fragrant oil,
filling my cup again and again with Your grace.
Certainly Your faithful protection and loving provision will pursue me
where I go, always, everywhere.
I will always be with the Eternal,
in Your house forever.
~Psalm 23: 5-6 (The Voice)
Joy! Last night marked the first evenin’ I threw on my overalls and worked out in the gardens in the lingering Spring sunshine. Aaaahhhh–a deep breath for my soul.
I began by raking dead leaves and withering plants out of the beds in front of the house. Some may consider this a tedious chore, but for me it has become akin to unwrapping presents at Christmas time. The delight of finding what lies underneath certainly outweighs the work involved.
As I made my way over to the water spigot, I spotted green shoots reaching upward. A handful of volunteers had already peeked through the leaves to greet Springtime.
I realized that their head start was fueled by the water that had spilled out of the watering can last week. You see, before we left on our Spring Break trip, I had watered all of the early seed starts in their containers. Sometimes, I am distracted by chattering birds or our friendly cat, and I let the water overflow beyond the edges of the can.
As a result, these sprigs been nourished and beamed with Life.
If we are fortunate in our lives, we have people who serve as watering cans to our souls. Their hearts and spirits are so full that the lovingkindness showers those around them, and we flourish. They are not stingy with the grace they have been offered by the Master Gardener. Rather, they allow it to spill out without judgment or reserve so that others may experience the same.
Yesterday, I had the opportunity to visit a dear friend of mine who is recuperating from a fall. At 98-years-old, she could have easily been confined to her bed and resting, and yet when I entered the room, she stood up and shuffled over to give me a hug. During the course of conversation, she sat on the end of her bed sharing stories. I watched her face and hands as she spoke. Her eyes danced like those of a giddy child–she was filled with Light and Life, just like those plants under the water spout.
And in those moments, I was blessed by the grace of her sharing it with me.
As we go through our lives, may we not forget that we are all watering cans for the Creator. When we are touched by God’s healing presence or reap unexpected rewards, we are not called to hold onto those gifts. Rather, we are encouraged to let the blessings spill over to those around us so they can experience Light and Life too.
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