Gardening with children is a humble reminder of what parenting is like. The children don't keep rows straight, they make hills for pumpkins and then accidentally put squash seeds in them, they step on areas already planted, and they over water, or forget to water.
But God, in his abundant grace, produces plants and blooms, and finally, fruit, out of the children's labor. It can only be his grace--for we all know crops fail without proper upkeep. But I can tell you that every year, despite the sloppy techniques, our garden produces--to our surprise--and to the delight of our children.
It is much the same way with our parenting. We stumble everyday, and yet God produces fruit from our labor. That fruit is a child who grows up to love him--to follow him. It can only be God's grace.
Rose: "No! My do myself!"
P.S. Certainly there are no guarantees that our children will grow up to be Christians. But I want to think God brought the comparison to my mind for a reason. He knows I worry too much!
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