Master of the Garden by Rena

In a small rural town, nestled in between the mountains was found a mansion of monumental size. The gardens around this mansion were exquisite. Not a weed could be found. The flowers and flowering shrubs were well kept. The master made sure that the flowers obtained just the right amount of sunlight, water, and fertilizer. He walked the paths of the garden daily and talked and prayed over his flowers. As he talked to them they grew in excellence turning their heads to the sun as if breathing in the very Sun. They were so glad to be alive in this garden that if they had not been attached to the ground, they would have danced before the Master of the garden

Things went on like this for many years. The flowers were joyful. What a wonderful Master they had. All they could give the Master was all the color and natural beauty and aroma that they had. The Master felt their presence before him was enough.

Suddenly without notice the mansion was over-taken by another master. This master did not take care of the beautiful gardens. He let the weeds take over. These weeds soon choked out a number of the really beautiful flowers. Without fertilizer and sufficient water the flowers started to droop. Only the hardy survived. When the master would pass through he would cast a dark shadow upon the flowers causing a depression of sorts to come upon the flowers. He never spoke any encouraging words. His words were harsh and cutting.

The flowers thought and thought. How could they get the other master back before they were all wiped out? They closed their beautiful blossoms and thought. As they did this, they remembered that the Master had often come to this garden where he prayed and prayed over them. They suddenly knew the answer. They would pray as He did. In a floral prayer stanced they all began to pray for the master’s return. They prayed daily and watched to see what would happen. Somehow in this process of praying they grew stronger. They began to over-take the weeds. Their petals became fuller and brighter as they lifted theirs heads to the sun.

One day after a long floral prayer stance, they unfolded their pedals and looked up and behold down the path came the first Master. He was dressed in rich robes, kingly robes. The Master had a large smile upon his face as He cradled each flower and said, “Well done my good and faithful flower. You prayed, and I have come. I will never leave you again.” Thus the Master lived with the flowers of His Garden for eternity.

Published by rko777

I am a novice writer and painter who loves to be creative. I love singing but can't sing without a hymnal, except for children's songs. I love to make up my own songs and love the old hymns. I love to garden and got that love from my Mom and Dad who taught be everything I know from planting to harvesting to canning. I'm happy gardening, walking with my pug, JD Sir Winston Churchill, painting, and crafting. I love to spend Saturday's sitting in my rocker going through a bible study. I love working with elementary school aged children and seeing them use their creative gifts. I have taught Sunday school for a number of years and taught in the public schools for 18 years. I might say I'm retired but I spend most of my time subbing and enjoy it immensely. The kids spark my own creativeness.

4 thoughts on “Master of the Garden by Rena

  1. Rena this creative story seems to be layered with meaning and lessons. It was a reminder to me of how important prayer is and how powerful when it is prayed according to the will of the Lord. The praying flowers in your story illustrate Sara’s comment regarding how to pray acccording to The Lord’s Prayer(a response to Jersey’s article on forgiveness).
    And in the struggle for victory over sin and the works of the flesh (could be the dark master above), Isaiah 26:13 sounds like a prayer of the flowers: “O Lord our God, other masters besides You have had dominion over us; but by You only we make mention of Your name.”

  2. Rena this story reminds me of what happened to creation when mankind lost dominion and how the Word of God says in verse 19 of Romans 9.. For the earnest expectation of the creation waiteth for the manifestation of the sons of God..for the creation was made subject to vanity, not willingly …..the creation itself also shall be delivered from the bondage of corruption into the glorous liberty of the children of God..for we know that the whole of creation groaneth and travaileth in pain together until now….(what a very beautiful story Rena…it also reminds me of what Sara shared with us about hidden codes..and words..in The Good Shepard…)…dj

  3. I loved this story, Rena. As Dj pointed out….all I could think of was the Garden of Eden and what happened there. This was like a parody on what transpired when the Lord God made the earth and placed a garden there in Paradise. You know that garden still exists in the Heavenlies somewhere. I wonder if this is the garden that you saw in the SPIRIT!!!

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