It is that time of the year again when Christmas is in our thoughts.
Let us be mindful and grateful for all our blessings. Everything in life is temporary.
So, if things are going fine, enjoy
them because they wonít last forever. And if things are going bad,
donít worry, they canít last forever either.
Life is how we make it.
However, before we ever receive the wonderful treasures of
a happy life, we must first give. We must first give of ourselves the best we could in
whatever we do and in service to others. It is only what we give
that can be
multiplied back into our own lives. That is the law of the harvest,
the law of the ten-fold return. If we give nothing, even if it is
multiplied, we receive nothing.
The woman in the
following narrative (inspired by the writings
of Robley Martz), lived life for the joy and love
of it. She created value for all
that she did and in joy she could see the beauty and feel her purpose
Joy is a gift we give to life that comes back to us the moment we
give it. Give it often and give it profusely. Feel joy, be joy and
give joy. Then find even more joy in the positive difference it
As the story goes, there was once a woman, who after years of work had grown
a beautiful flower garden. She worked a couple hours every day; pruning, cleaning,
feeding and weeding. People would come from many miles away to see
the beautiful flowers. The colors were vibrant, the flowers were so
big, you needed two hands to hold them. Each day nurtured and cared
for. Her love showed in her garden.
After many years, the effects of time took their toll on the lady
and she was forced to abandon her garden and rely on her daughter
for care. Her daughter didn't mind. She loved her mother and felt it
a great opportunity to spend time and really get to know her
mother....sort of friend to friend, instead of mother to daughter.
They talked about many things. They shared their experiences. And
the daughter learned that there was much to this great lady that she
One day as they sat on the patio chatting, the daughter noticed the
long neglected garden and felt saddened. They spoke of the
garden and the daughter remarked how she used to laugh at how her
mother crawled around in that garden every day, talking to the
flowers, babying them like children.
Nothing is just coincidence; every tree in lifeís garden
The mother smiled with a tear in her eye. She told her daughter that
observations are often misleading. "You see, my dear, that garden is
like a life. Let me explain. Each day I would get down on my knees
and thank God for each of those flowers. I thanked God for their
beauty, their aroma and the peacefulness of that garden. And I took
the opportunity while down there to clean out those plants.
I got rid of the bugs, the dead pedals and leaves. I pulled the
weeds so that the bushes would grow healthy and robust. I
saw that garden as life. Each bush was an effort, each flower
was the blessing brought forth from that effort. And it was
all because God gave me the opportunity to try. And, as you can
see, like life, when the garden is not tended, the bushes
become wild, lanky and heavily barbed. They tangle among
themselves. Flowers become fewer and smaller, less aromatic. Until
it becomes so tangled and overgrown that it no longer resembles
the beautiful garden it had once been.
beautiful life does not just happen, it is built daily by prayer,
When you saw me crawling, I was praying. When you saw me talking to
the flowers, I was talking to God. We each have a garden. How
we tend that garden will determine the beauty that it wields. But
the thing to remember is this: tending the garden cannot happen
until we come to our knees and get closer to the flowers. We need to
take the opportunity to talk to God, give Him thanks and clean out
the dead weeds and pedals through repentance.
Sadly however, we have forgotten what Thanksgiving is about. A day reserved
for offering our thanks and gratitude to God, has become a day to
eat, drink, sleep and get ready to hit the Black Friday sales at
midnight. It has become just another day, differing only by the fact
that we have a great big meal.
When was the last time you got to your knees to tend your garden?
Let us approach Christmas and New Year with an attitude
of thanksgiving and gratitude for the many blessings God has given us.
By Tim Pedrosa
the end of life, what really matters is not what we bought but what we
built; not what we got but what we shared; not our competence but our
character; and not our success, but our significance. Live a life that
matters. Live a life of love.-Unknown