For my own personal growth I had to set out on my own.
The first year, they continued to look pitiful, despite all my coaxing and coddling. Frankly, I was pleasantly surprised when they came up the next year. Since it was still only three plants, I didn't bother to buy more.
By the third summer, the starters seemed to be spreading out, so I took another risk and bought a few for a second row. And now, just look at them! Aren't they gorgeous? I'm so glad I got a little risky and didn't give up on this flower bed!
(After writing the draft, I learned from my master gardening, back fence neighbor, Sharon, that for many perennials, it's "sleep, creep, leap". Now, isn't that catchy? And that's exactly what the lilies did!)
A couple of weeks ago, after our annual monsoon season subsided, Tom and I were able to get out and finally work in the yard. Tom was busy trimming trees while I painstakingly made my way around the yard exterminating unwanted greenery.
This is where it gets pitiful, folks. I was so intent on my mission that it wasn't until, dripping with sweat and exhaustion, I stopped to lean against the fence and actually looked at the yard.
Would you look at that! After ten years, we're actually starting to have a pretty nice yard, including our beautiful day lily bed. More flowers, and even some blackberries, with fewer weeds and bare spots. Appreciating how patience and perseverance had started paying off motivated me to get back to work.
Dear Readers, I timidly confess to my cowardice in so many areas, including taking risks. You know, like planting things when you're not sure they'll survive, much less thrive. It's just plain hard for me. Keeping the yard clean and mowed used to be enough, but "nothing ventured, nothing gained". I liked to think security was my friend, but was it?
Taking gardening risks serves to remind me of other risks we've taken, life changing risks.
It was terrifying to return to college when James started kindergarten. Friends and family let me know they thought I was nuts. When Tom and I moved away from the city, family, church and friends, it was hard, and lonely. But you know what? As scary as risks are, and despite each one's challenges, I'm so thankful that sometimes we overcome our fear of risk-taking and reap their rewards.
And the best part? We don't have to take risks and face challenges alone. God loves it when His children show a little faith and He can turn it into a lot of blessing.
What are some of the risks you've personally taken? Were you glad you did? Would you take the same risk again?
I'm linking this post to Giving Up on Perfect.
26 I tell you that to everyone who has, more shall be given, but from the one who does not have, even what he does have shall be taken away.