Last week my husband helped to transplant this clematis before it succumbs to the shovel of the Landscapers tearing out its old home. And so,
the clematis has moved again.
Yes, this is the same clematis, from this post.
I had told the story about the unhealthy rose roots that had to be removed, so that the healthy clematis could then take hold and bloom profusely in My Butterfly Garden. That Garden Bed was installed by the previous owners, and was one of my favorite (read prideful) parts of this home that we purchased back in 2004. I labored over that Bed, added many more plants through the years, and enjoyed the hummingbirds, and butterflies, and even the hummingbird moths that sipped the nectar of the blooms.
But there came a day when my limitations and the garden's limitations collided.
My husband is the one who pointed out the inevitable to me this spring: That Garden Bed cannot continue. The landscaping blocks cannot be shored up any longer. Certainly not by this limited gardener. It must be removed. THE WHOLE BED HAS BECOME UNHEALTHY.
But I don't understand! How could I have learned such a beautiful lesson about "Unhealthy Roots," only now to learn that the WHOLE BED IS UNHEALTHY?
It reminds me of the words with my Counselor this week.
There are ways of learning that serve us well for a Season. But when that Season is past, if we cling to those old ways of learning, then God has to dig up the whole foundation. I have had many such uprootings throughout my life. Each uprooting brought with it a time of surrender and letting go. I loosened my grasp and grieved at the partings, knowing that what is given to God is never truly lost. Trusting that was the case, but never seeing the results of those surrenders, I pushed on to persevere in my walk with Jesus.
But here in this place of Finding Spiritual Whitespace, where I am learning a new way of being still with Jesus, some days it feels like my entire foundation is being torn out. Spending time with Jesus, just to be with HIM; finding new ways to create, just to bring HIM pleasure; and resting my painful body just to preserve HIS Dwelling Place in me?? ... Finishing the work, and working to be the giver served me well in the past. But clinging to them now has become another form of Pridefulness. AND THAT FOUNDATION IS CRUMBLING.
The NEW Garden Bed that will come after the old is torn out, will be much smaller and on level ground. No more hillside tottering, and no more JungleBook plantings of excess. And the NEW Garden in my Soul? I will be content to wait and see what God brings, up from the QUIET.
I praise Thee while my days go on;
I love Thee while my days go on;
Through dark and dearth, through fire and frost,
With emptied arms and treasure lost,
I thank Thee while my days go on.
"The Lord knoweth the soul of His servants; and none of them that trust in Him shall be desolate."
Psalm 34:22 KJV