I planted a flat of pansies today, eager for spring’s splash of color in my heard. The island consists entirely of sand and oyster shells, so maintaining soil is difficult. I try to add topsoil, but it filters through the sand and vanishes. I must work at growing flowers on the island, digging, replenishing, fertilizing and watering.
My religious life is like that too. I can’t take for granted that an occasional watering or spading or fertilizing will suffice; I need to work at my faith, keeping it weeded and tended. Too often I assume the seeds of faith planted as a child should be enough to last me all my life, but that’s not good enough. Please forgive me, Father, when I neglect my garden of faith; help me to be a more faithful, diligent, and joyful gardener.