I don’t have a green thumb- unless “green” means “zombifier”….. But, I try. (Probably Too Hard.)

I am that chick, you know the one, the chick searching through all the fruit at the store for the perfect pieces. Not a single blemish. Not a single  soft spot,  nor bug among my fruit. I thump each piece and sniff it. Ripeness counts.I check for organic farming methods.

This must be perfect fruit.

I carefully bag the produce and carry it home- cushioned in the backseat of my car- far form the canned goods in the trunk that would surely bruise and probably wreck it.

Arriving home, I carefully unwrap my treasures and gather supplies.

  • Perfectly healthy potted tree. (Selected form my favorite nursery. Of course. )   Check.
  • Pitcher of water. Check.
  • Fertilizer with just the right balance of nutrients and nitrogen.  Check.
  • Sun/grow lamp.  Check.
  • Pruning shears.    Check.
  • Green topiary wire and wire snips.  Check.

I arrange my supplies on the kitchen island.  I prepare the tree by pruning off any bits that look less than healthy. I turn on the grow light and both water and fertilize the tree. Carefully, I clean each piece of fruit. I  wire each piece of fruit to the tree’s branches, careful to balance it from every angle so the tree isn’t overly stressed or weighed down.

Then, I wait.

  • A day goes by. More sun, more water.
  • 2 days, I add a bit of compost to the soil to kick up the nutrient content.
  • On the third day, I notice that the fruit looks…. less than perfect. A bit wilted, wrinkly.
  • What was perfect is not blemished.
  • Day 4, more sunlight and water.
  • By day 5, I notice mold. Soft spots are blooming on the surface of each once perfect fruit.
  • By day 7, I have zombie fruit. Rotting. Putrid. Possibly fermented. I remain hopeful. I want this fruit to grow….. I chose the perfect fruit. I gave it everything it needed to grow….IT MUST GROW.
  • By day 10, I give up. The putresence has spread to the tree’s leaves. What was sturdy and healthy is now blighted. What was growing is now stunted and slumping.

I throw the whole mess out and try again.

And again.

And again.

It never works. No matter how hard I try. Granted- I am admittedly, the Kervorkian of plant life.  But still- you’d think I could get this stuff to grow.  I did everything right. Didn’t I?

What sounds ludicrous to my greener thumbed friends-may not be so ludicrous if you re-imagine the scene:

Instead of a plant- picture me- trying so hard to be a healthy, strong Christian. Pouring water, fertilizer and sunshine on myself carefully measuring my growth. Then picture me- pouring through scripture for the perfect fruit to grow…. making a list, checking it twice gonna find out who’s naughty or nice… (oops- I heard Christmas music at the store the other day, WHILE SHOPPING FOR HALLOWEEN CANDY- No wonder I’m messed up.) I  choose: love, joy peace, kindness….carefully tying them onto the branches of my life. A kind act here, a word of love there…..

I try so hard.

I love to-do lists…. and honestly? When I first read these verses– years ago- I felt like they were a holy- to-do list.  I love marking things off a to do list. (So much so,  that I write things in that I’ve already done- just so I can mark them off…. ) I let that love flow into my walk with God. I tried to apply the same principal here…. Only-it didn’t work.  The truth is- every time I TRY to be all of those things… i end up stinking like rot. I feel frustrated, disgusted with myself and pretty much like a failed Christian.

I just. can’t do it. Maybe, I’m not supposed to.

Galatians 5: 22-26  But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, forbearance, kindness, goodness, faithfulness,  gentleness and self-control. Against such things there is no law.  Those who belong to Christ Jesus have crucified the flesh with its passions and desires.  Since we live by the Spirit, let us keep in step with the Spirit.  Let us not become conceited, provoking and envying each other.

No matter how hard you try- how much sunshine, fertilizer and compost you apply- you can’t put on fruit….. It grows.

So- I quit. I quit trying too hard. From now on- I’m going to spend my time WITH God and hope that he grows His spirit in me…..

I think I’ll end up more fruit- less zombie. But, I could be wrong….remember- I don’t “do” dirt. (Obviously.)

So, how bout you? Do you try too hard and end up with rotten tomatoes at your feet? Are you annoyed with yourself because you don’t have enough patience. kindness, love or joy? Maybe it’s time to put away the to do list and the garden implements- and spend some time- just being… with God….

“Dear Lord- I know you have so much more in mind for me than what I am and what I do….Please help me not get in the way of what you’ve planted by trying too hard… I love you Lord- amen.”

This is from a devotion I shared years ago;)  Something I need to be reminded of on a regular basis. 

3 thoughts on “I don’t have a green thumb- unless “green” means “zombifier”….. But, I try. (Probably Too Hard.)

  1. Lgiltmier says:

    Similar to a big ol passage I just highlighted in “everything” by Mary DeMuth. A snapshot: Although it’s not wrong to live self-controlled lives in terms of celebrating discipline and working hard, we will not be able to sustain our Christian lives if we live them entirely in our own strength. When we campaign like this, repeatedly making New Year’s resolutions, we become the managers of our growth. Growth comes from God, to those with surrendered, yielded hearts.

  2. Mary says it so much prettier;)

  3. I love the way you write. so many times, I feel like I am reading things from people who have got it all figured out, or maybe they only speak to things that are no longer broken in them. My experience has been that God is regularly pushing me into the midst of things I am absolutely incapable of handling…apart from Him. You so beautifully captured this idea, and added zombies (always a bonus). I look forward to each post of yours, as it connects somehow with my own journey.

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