A Year of Sundays: The Twentieth Sunday (5/18/25) – The Garden of Life

Such a glorious week.

I spent long hours with my hands in the soil—gardening, planting, preparing. There is something sacred about nurturing life from seed to bloom. As I worked, I imagined the rewards ahead: the joy of sitting in my garden, sipping tea, watching flowers sway in rhythm with the wind, and listening to birds weave music into the air.

Even the rainy days were a gift. The soft rhythm of rain felt like a blessing—heaven’s way of nourishing the life I am helping to grow. I found myself giving thanks for every drop. Gardening, much like life, is full of lessons. It teaches patience, faith, and the quiet joy of tending to what matters most.

Last Sunday’s celebration of Mother’s Day added another layer to my reflections. Motherhood has been one of the greatest achievements of my life. It has shaped me, stretched me, and filled me beyond measure. In many ways, motherhood serves as an analogy for life: planting seeds, nurturing growth, enduring seasons of challenge, and celebrating the blossoming of what we have cultivated with love.

This week, I lived in a space of grace, gratitude, and anticipation. The garden—both literal and symbolic—reminded me that joy is rooted in presence, that growth is constant, and that life, even in its quietest moments, is magnificently abundant.

🧘 Reflection Prompt:What in your life are you planting, nurturing, or preparing to bloom—and how are you tending to it with intention?