Sunday Reflection: God of the Garden Rows
- Debra Flaming
- Aug 17
- 2 min read
Updated: Aug 24
This summer I have spent countless hours in my flower garden—the one brimming with sunflowers, zinnias, cosmos, lavender, and all the supporting blooms that come together to create bouquets of beauty. At the center of it all, dahlias rise like queens—tall, regal, impossible to ignore. Every other flower seems to lean in, playing its part to make the dahlia shine all the brighter.
Dahlias are new to this little garden of mine. I’ve tucked in dwarf varieties and even a few I started from seed. But the garden rows also hold old friends—sunflowers I’ve loved for years, some pale as cream, others deep as plum, all bursting with cheerful faces that follow the sun. And of course, zinnias—faithful, generous bloomers that never fail me. Perhaps I love them so much because I know their story. Each seed in the ground this year came from last fall’s harvest. I remember long winter nights with Dion, pulling dried flower heads apart, filling jar after jar with tiny seeds while a holiday movie played in the background. In those quiet hours, I was already dreaming of spring.
The beautiful rhythm of a gardener’s life: harvest, rest, dream, plant, wait, rejoice. And isn’t that the rhythm of our spiritual walk as well? God meets us in every season. When the soil is bare, He whispers promises. When the first shoots appear, He reminds us that He makes all things new. When the flowers finally bloom, He invites us to rejoice in His goodness.
The Bible tells us:
“Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow: they neither toil nor spin, yet I tell you, even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these.” (Matthew 6:28–29)
“He has made everything beautiful in its time.” (Ecclesiastes 3:11)
Flowers accompany us through every chapter of life—joy and grief, birth and death, celebration and farewell. They remind us of hope, of beauty, and of the God who created both. In their quiet witness, they point us back to the Creator, who tends His children like a master gardener, planting us with care and bringing us into bloom in His perfect time.
As I walked the rows of my garden early this Sunday morning, I found myself whispering a prayer of gratitude: Thank You, Lord, for being the God of the garden rows. Thank You for reminding me, through every sunflower and every zinnia, that You are faithful from season to season. May my life, like these flowers, lift its face toward You!
Debra Flaming
