Growing Through Growing


Growing up my Dad worked full time and kept a small farm. We had 5-6 beef cattle, chickens, my three ponies ( when I was younger) then, later my two horses during my teen age years. I wasn’t allowed to help with house work, but I was expected to help with barn work, which at the time I liked to do. Since my Dad had a full time job, barn work started around five am. My Dad always said we need to feed the animals before we feed ourselves. We had many calf’s born over the years as well. At the time I thought watching birthing was gross. We had a garden, and a potato patch. We had so many potatoes that my Dad selflessly gave away potatoes to families in our neighborhood. He’d show up at their door with a bag of potatoes, just like that. My Dad often sat in a lawn chair in the garden, and also sat under a tree watching our animals. I asked him why he liked to sit and watch, he said he liked to watch God’s things grow. He worked with his hands faithfully in our huge gardens ( he always let one garden rest, while he used the other garden, then vice versa), He was also hands on and ready to help if one of the cows needed help birthing.

When he retired from work, and the small farm was no more, he started a greenhouse business. He often asked me to help him, such as transplanting, putting seeds into pods for growing, and watering and help him to sell plants if he wasn’t home, or if we had many customers. Well, begrudgingly, reluctantly I helped. Grumbling as I did.

I hated working in that greenhouse. But I remember how gentle and caring he worked with the vegetables and flowers, planting, watering, pruning, making sure the roof top greenhouses windows were open enough for air, and closed when it rained, snowed. Again I asked why he was interested and put so much time into growing the vegetables and flowers. Again, he told me he liked to see things grow, he liked to watch God’s beauty grow. Um, Okay.

His prices were lower than other greenhouse businesses around, and he was noted as giving plants away too. WHY???? He said you never know if someone is having hard times and can’t get all that they need. He also gave plants away to the neighbors too. So then I asked, why do you play music for the plants? He said he felt it helped them grow. Um, Okay.

So I really wasn’t interested in planting flowers or learning how to do so. I didn’t get his beauty thing and why it mattered. I wasn’t interested in planting flowers around my own house when I was married either, BUT… Leave it to my Dad to the rescue. He brought flowers and planted them all around my house. I have to admit they were really beautiful, and told him so. I was a lukewarm Christian at the time.


So Anyway, currently 49 years later to date. And also about 6 years ago, I began to notice, really notice all of a sudden seemingly with open eyes and suddenly new sight God’s beauty all around me. For some years I have watched the seasons, I have a tree in my yard that I watch all year long the dormancy and rebirth. When I’m driving, I notice God’s beauty.

My something 2020

So, anyway back to my 49 years later. My best friend who is 10 years my senior, she and her husband have always planted a garden and flowers each year. They have been married for 30 years, so that’s how long they have been planting a garden and flowers. Three years ago I began to have a slight interest in her flowers as I watched her plant and take care of them. I saw the beauty. So then I asked her if I could help her, would she teach me? “Of course” she said. Then I asked her if she would help and teach me to plant my own flowers at my house? ” Of course” she said. So all these years later, I got and understood where my Dad was coming from enjoying watching God’s beauty grow.

Rio 2019
Rio 2020

There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the Heavens: a time to be born and a time to die, a time to plant and a time to uproot, a time to kill and a time to heal, a time to tear down and a time to build, a time to weep and a time to laugh, a time to laugh, a time to mourn and a time to dance, a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them, a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing, a time to search and a time to give up, a time to keep and a time to throw away, a time to tear and a time to mend, a time to be silent and a time to speak, a time to love and a time to hate, a time for war and a time for peace.

Ecclesiastes 3: 1-8 (NIV). (Note: We shouldn’t hate evil people, or people in general. However, we should hate what they do , such as evil acts, people being mistreated, when children are starving, and when God is being dishonored. We should also hate our own sin.)

Maturing Growth

So just as it took me almost 49 years to understand where my dad was coming from. My walk with Jesus began just like a seed planted maturing in growth, a flowering plant that grows upwards and opens it’s blooms to the Son . Our Good God plants,waters, shines, feeds, strengthens us all along the maturation of our walk with him. While God feeds us, we in turn need to feed ourselves with his Word, going deep and digging into the nooks and crannies of the Bible.

My Petunias and something 2019
My Petunias 2020

Timing is important, all of life’s experiences are appropriate from God at a certain time. To have peace with God and grow, we need to continue to discover, accept, and appreciate God’s timing. Stopping along the way to look up, look around and not only lavish and immerse ourselves in his word, but also praise HIM on high, for his over abundant Love, glory, blessings, and his creation of all things.

Blessings Friends ~Paula~


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