Crispy on the Edges

This morning while making sure that Buzz, the best dog in the world, had fresh water, I realized that I had not watered the flower pots in about 4 days. Let me interject here that I should get points for remembering the dog…but am apparently neglecting the garden.  My garden is definitely looking a little parched. The flowers in the pots are looking a little faded and weary, and the roses are (gasp) even a little crispy around the edges.  Let me justify my neglect: I have been busy. There was a lot going on a work, a lot to keep track of at home, and frankly, I felt that what I deserved to do was sit on the couch.

This morning while checking on the garden I was reminded of what that kind of neglect will cost me. While I can salvage the plants in the pots, they will not produce the kind of flowers I will be hoping for. The crispiness of the roses will mean a lack of new growth. All of the energy of the plants will be put into sustaining life, not into the production of something beautiful.

So it is with my relationship with God. When I neglect to water and feed it, my soul becomes a little faded and dreary, and dare I say it, a little crispy around the edges. My soul needs and longs to be fed: daily, hourly, upon the word of God. Life is sustained by Him, but souls are fed, grow and bear fruit from the daily watering, feeding, and abiding in Him and His word.

Psalm 1:2-3 “…He enjoys reading the law of the Lord, and studying it day and night. He is like a tree that grows beside a stream; it gives fruit at the right time, and its leaves do not dry up. He succeeds in everything he does.”