I lost my pond. It’s gone. Well, I didn’t actually lose it. How does one lose a pond? But it is gone.
I created it about eight years ago. It was under the crepe myrtle in the corner of the yard. It wasn’t very big, but deep enough to keep fish year around, since it rarely freezes over in Dallas. One fish I’d had from the beginning.
I was homeschooling my kids at the time and felt we needed to be able to study ponds up close and personal. It was great fun for many years. It had a filter system and pump in the center to resemble a bubbling spring. I used blue Spanish river rock to simulate a flowing stream. With flagstones and landscaping it was quite the lovely spot.
I spent many days over the years watching my fish, caring for the pond, enjoying the lively atmosphere it created in the back corner of my surburban dwelling. One summer the conditions were just right for birthin’ babies (Yes, I know they come from eggs). We had so many fish. Goldfish aren’t born gold. I didn’t know that. They get their color as they mature. They also must eat their young, for only five survived to adulthood.
But, lately, it had become a chore. It was always considered my pond, so no one felt the need to help out with the upkeep. And eventually it became too much for me to keep up. Lots of gunk and muck and overall grossness accumulates without constant care. So now, my pond is gone. It’s been filled in with dirt and a dormant tree.
Can you see the lesson?
As I was asking the Lord last night why I haven’t “heard” from Him in a while, the pond came to mind. It was once bubbling, flourishing with life. Many exciting activities along with calm, restful moments were spent beside the pond. But neglect…life…sadness…other pursuits…and now it’s a dry spot in my yard.
I yearn for the bubbling.
Above all else, guard your heart, for it is the wellspring of life.