Take Me Back To The Greenhouse

- Take me back to the greenhouse, 

I’m not ready for the garden. 

Lift up my roots from this poor soil,

Take take back to the greenhouse.

- In the palm of your hand, 

Place me where I’m sheltered from rain and wind,

Where roots can learn to grow again. 

The place where silence is a melody 

That small chirps and whispers can hum too.

- Where You Gardner can speak and I can listen.

A place where there’s no season,

But that of starting again. 

Being still and learning to sprout. 

- Gardener pull me about of these weeds, 

Out of the weather into a space away,

To the greenhouse.

- Just you and me together,

Teach me the beauty

Of slow growth and quiet strength.

I think we overlook the greenhouse sometimes and want to go straight to the garden. We want to grow and flourish with all the other little plants, but don’t want to sit quietly in the greenhouse and learn how to grow. We just want to grow and start right away, but that is simply not how it works. We cannot forget the importance of the greenhouse in this season. I think what is so special about the greenhouse is that we cannot take ourselves there, we must call out the Gardener, the tender of our soil and the pruner of our branches. We can’t get up and walk to the greenhouse, we have to be carried there by gentle and firm hands. The greenhouse is a place of surrender and we can’t forget to return there often. Don’t feel afraid to sit in the greenhouse for a while and listen to the Gardner, he wants to teach you to grow again. He doesn’t not shout at you to listen and to learn or to feel pain. He listens for the the quiet cry of surrender and carries you. Whatever it may be. In the greenhouse we can learn more about how to grow and bear fruit and serve others, more than we ever could in the garden on our own. The greenhouse is a beautiful place to be, I highly recommend it.