The week before Easter I walked around my yard, looking for signs of life. It was a very hard winter in Michigan and spring has been slow in coming. I looked at the lifeless sticks that were supposed to be perennials and decided that many had not survived the winter. Imagine my surprise when I walked around again the week after Easter. Almost overnight, plants had burst to life and buds and leaves were bursting out all over. I had to laugh at myself—and at my nonexistent gardening skills. I have much more enthusiasm than I do actual knowledge. It is an endless wonder to me that these baby plants I so carefully planted give such beauty year after year.
I found myself thinking that my attitude about my garden is the same as many situations in my spiritual life. I search for signs of growth—signs of fruit in the dry ground of my heart and too easily become discouraged. How often am I tempted to give up, only to find that if I am patient I’ll see those shoots of new life springing up in me. My garden is surging back to life and my heart is reminded once again of God’s life being constantly renewed in me.
I recommend to you a new book that points to God’s life taking root in human hearts. Atheist to Catholic: Stories of Conversion by Rebecca Vitz Cherico shows the wonderful variety of ways God reaches out to men and women and invites them to faith.