Count it All Joy
Patsy Kuipers, Guest Writer
TODAY’S TREASURE
Count it all joy, my brothers, when you meet trials of various kinds, for you know that the testing of your faith produces perseverance (James 1:2-3).
February 1998. Ten months earlier, my beloved husband, Ray, died of a heart attack a few weeks after his 39th birthday. Even though I was a rational person who could recount the details surrounding his death, I maintained a protective mantle of denial. How could my engaging, energetic mate go to work one sunny spring Saturday and never return home to our two young daughters and me? The reality dripped into my soul bit by bit and oozed through the cracks in my shield, creating an underlying pool of sadness that crept over its banks and flooded many of my days. Joy? Not so much.
In preparing for Ray’s funeral, I wrote a letter for one of the pastors to read during the service. Among other things, I stated he’d not only left a lasting legacy in the lives of our daughters but also in the beauty of our garden. Ray had a horticulture degree, and though he didn’t shun common plants, he preferred to plant unique specimens in our yard. He told me about the special plants he selected and patiently taught me their names. I helped weed, water, and mow but left landscape planning to him.
Several of Ray’s horticulture colleagues paid a visit and walked the garden with me after he died. Listening to them exclaim over first one plant, and then another confirmed yet again the garden was an exceptional part of his legacy.
It became equally evident I needed to learn how to take care of it; otherwise, it would only be a matter of time before weeds overtook everything, much like sorrow entwined my thoughts.
And so that February day found me outside, bundled against the late-winter chill. I stooped to pull back the blanket of leaves shrouding the planting beds, my heart as numb as my fingers. I longed for Ray to be there, kneeling beside me shoulder-to-shoulder, to remove those leaves. Occasional tears watered the patch of soil where I labored. I placed one handful of leaves after another into the big brown yard debris bag. Then, Wait! What’s that? I detected flecks of green amidst the weathered leaf litter. Perennials Ray planted were beginning to emerge from the soil. Seeing those tiny-but-determined plants sparked hope within me. If they could make it through the cold, stark winter, maybe I would survive my season of darkness.
I didn’t know it then, but I experienced my first session of garden therapy that day. And I caught a glimpse of the joy that comes from persevering, one of many lessons the Lord had prepared for me in His outdoor classroom.
LIFE-GIVING ENCOURAGEMENT
Over 20 springs have come and gone since that late-February day. Some were short, giving way to the heat of southern summers before mid-May. Others teased us with early warmth, followed by killing frost. This year, we were blessed by a long period of pleasant weather – more sun than showers and moderate temperatures perfect for nudging plants from their winter slumber.
Oh, how we needed the reminders of life and light as we sheltered in place, separate from friends and relatives, unsure how long the restrictions associated with the coronavirus pandemic would remain. COVID-19 brought an end to everyday life as we knew it just as surely as Ray’s heart attack forever shattered what was normal for my daughters and me.
I spent many hours in my garden during the mandated time at home, weeding, praying, digging, and praying some more. And I found the peace I’ve come to count on when I’m surrounded by evidence of God’s sustaining power; His love poured out in and on creation.
The Apostle Paul joined James in extolling the benefits of hardship when he wrote to the Roman believers, “We rejoice in our sufferings, knowing that suffering produces endurance, and endurance produces character, and character produces hope, and hope does not put us to shame” (Romans 5:3b-5a).
Hope. Hope that doesn’t put us to shame because it’s grounded in a Person, the One who endured His own suffering, even to the point of death on the cross, for us. Securing hope for eternity.
Ray left for work on a sun-drenched April afternoon, and God called him Home. From the moment I first heard the news of his death until today, God has shown Himself to be faithful. I know I can trust Him to work all things together for good, whether trials are personal or pervasive.
Therefore, since we are surrounded by so great a cloud of witnesses, let us also lay aside every weight, and sin which clings so closely, and let us run with endurance the race that is set before us, looking to Jesus, the founder and perfecter of our faith, who for the joy that was set before him endured the cross, despising the shame, and is seated at the right hand of the throne of God (Hebrews 12:1-2).
ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Patsy Kuipers often refers to herself as “Gardening Grammie,” a title that encompasses two of her favorite pastimes. Widowed at age 38, she was blessed to be gainfully employed all the years she spent raising two daughters on her own. When her job was eliminated several years ago, she returned to school to study horticulture, a passion born of caring for the garden her husband left as part of his legacy. Patsy is Grammie to three small but enthusiastic garden helpers. She enjoys teaching them about plants and the One who created them. Patsy started her blog, Back 2 the Garden (patsykuipers.com), to tell others of God’s great love and faithfulness. She is a member of Grace Covenant Church in Dallas, GA where she serves on the Women’s Ministry Committee and leads women’s Bible studies.
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Originally published Monday, 17 October 2022.
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