Searching for Soil

Potting Soil 2

Our middle child will graduate from high school in four (short) weeks. The past eighteen months have been peppered with college visits, online searches, and a number of late night talks.

Doc and I are care deeply about where she’s planted. We’re excited to see her bloom in this next season of life. I’m trying not to fret, but it seems like a weighty decision. You don’t have to be a horticulturist to know blooms are affected by the pot their planted in. 

The Missus is torn between two good pots. I whisper prayers for the decision she’ll make while I try to hide the fact that I prefer the pot that is sixty miles away (versus the one that’s 600 miles away.) Regardless of location, Doc and I are eager to see her land in soil that’s watered and well-tended by those who teach from a sound, biblical perspective.

At the end of the day either pot should do nicely. (Did I mention I’m leaning toward the pot closer to home?) All this business of blooming and potted soil has caused me to second guess our past decision to allow the eldest to attend a secular University. What were we thinking?

The decision seems like a lifetime ago. And yet in some ways it feels like yesterday. We were concerned our son would turn further from his biblical roots if placed in a setting like the one that seems perfect for our daughter.

Do we want him to bloom? Of course!

But our equally passionate pleas for wisdom regarding his soil turned us toward a different pot.

Two very different seeds.

Two very different pots of soil.

But one passion. One plea. One desire.

The hope that they will BLOOM.

Oh, the prayers this Mama has offered! Some of my prayers have been in depth petitions that took journal form. Other prayers have been silent whispers uttered throughout the day.  And then there were the moments I hit my knees, wrung out my heart and offered my  snot-in-the-face “Bloom baby bloom!” prayers.

A Mama can get herself in a real dither when she starts to focus on how many blooms (or lack of blooms) her favorite seedlings sprout. But if there’s anything pot-planting has taught me it’s this:

Blooms have less to do with the pot than they have to do with the gardener.

You see a good gardener knows what to add and what to take away from soil in order to produce better blooms.

Doubts regarding the soil my seedlings are planted in are put to rest when I focus on the gardener. I know He’ll tend to them in every way. No one wants them to bloom more than He.

Are you awaiting blooms for yourself or someone you love? Below are just a few scriptures I claim from the Master Gardener as I hold out for blooms in our tribe’s garden. Perhaps, these words will become your personal prayer too!

 “He (God) will make you intelligent and discerning in knowing Him personally so you can see exactly what He is calling you to do.” Ephesians 1:17

“Saving is all His idea, all His work. All we do is trust Him enough to let Him do it.” Ephesians 2:8

“God handles all the details.” Ephesians 3:7

“God can do anything you know!” Ephesian 3:20

 Your (counting on the good Gardener) DoAhead Friend,

{Since the writing of this post guess who made a final decision on college? MmmHmm. The Missus. She chose the University close to home. She has peace in her heart and her Mama has pee in her pants from doing the happy dance. Watching blooms from sixty miles away is a whole lot more fun.}

More thoughts on blooming are over at Suzanne Eller’s #livefree linkup. She and tons of other women are talking about blooming where we’re planted, being a late-bloomer——just plain blooming! Hop over. You’re sure to be blessed!

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  1. Thank you so much for this reminder: “Blooms have less to do with the pot than they have to do with the gardener.”

    And I love your catchy subtitle! “Minimizing Perspiration. Maximizing Inspiration.” So Neat!


  2. Yay! She chose the one closer to home! And, what a beautiful post and “blooming” analogy.

    • Yeah I know Jenny! My tongue was black and blue from all the biting I did! Sometimes we know what we’d like to see happen but they have to decide. Tickled pink she’s close to home. Hope you’re enjoying a beautiful weekend! 🙂

  3. I truly love this. If I could go back I’d tell myself that my daughter would thrive more in the less-guarded environment (different seed, different pot) than the one that boxed her in. I’d worry less and trust more. What a beautiful post!

  4. Blooms have less to do with the pot than they have to do with the gardener. <–This is a lovely analogy. That's a new way of looking at things.

    This has blessed me.

    Enjoy your weekend!

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