“If unmistakable personal revelation comes that we need to move from Massachusetts to Arizona, I’ll do it,” I told my husband five and a half years ago. Well, the revelation came and so did we. I began the slow process of planting roots here in the heat of the desert.
That first spring, I also began the literal planting of my small garden plot. But, like me, the tomatoes and peppers I planted seemed to barely survive that first long summer. In the fall (and I use that term loosely!), I pulled up my plants with discouragement, and decided to try again the next spring. Once again, the plants slugged through that second summer, barely producing much for my efforts. But that fall found me too busy to pull up the plants, so they stayed in the clay soil, and to my amazement, come Thanksgiving, they were overflowing.
Those same plants are still growing in my garden, three years later. They aren’t the prettiest looking, and in some seasons, they sit dormant, looking half-dead, but I know now that if I wait a while, give them some time and some water, they’ll produce again.
I’ve been thinking of the plants lately as I’ve both struggled and loved the last 4 months with a new baby in the house. Most days I am like those plants in the summer—not the prettiest looking and definitely not the most “productive.” I am trying to have patience that my fruitful days will return.
Tell me a little about the different seasons of your life, the different kinds of productivity, and the ebb and flow of productivity in your life. What helps you have patience with the challenges of different seasons?
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