The following was an event that occurred while I was at Hartland College. I had written it in a small notebook and entitled this section “Be Thou My Vision.” I realized that now I have two booklets with the same title. So this is not to be confused with the previous one that I have already shared on this blog earlier. This event was written on June 16, 2001:
This I know for sure.
Yesterday evening, I was so upset with myself. I saw so many things in my character that needs to be removed. While walking fast to my garden, I heard thunder coming in front of me. The sky looked so clear. The thunder caused me to freeze in mid walking. God is truly powerful and I am nothing. The thunder sank into my heart and turned my anger to sadness. For I just want self to be completely dead so that God’s will for my life can be accomplish. I’m so tired of self getting in the way.
With this sadness (but knowing that God can change me — if I let Him), I continued. With a slower pace than before, I made it to my garden. I notice someone else (who has had more experience in gardening and this Virginia environment than I) was watering their plants. Surely, I can water mine.
I turned on the water system and began. Once again, the noise of thunder came. I looked around. Still clear skies. A little bit more clouds. No other change. The other individual was watering the crop. I went back to work. I began to water the plot to my left (when looking towards the front gate of Hartland). The clouds began to get a little gray. Soon afterwards, there was a sound of relief coming from behind me. The person was done. Leaving the field, the individual got in a vehicle and left. I was all alone. Looking around, I heard the voice of God say, “Melanie, get ready for something. Watch carefully and learn from this.”
“Go,” He said.
I held the hose in my hand.
“But I’m not done!” I thought. I continued watering the neighbor’s broccoli. And mine own. Also, the tomatoes.
“Go,” He said.
“But I’m not done here!” I said out loud. I looked at the corn that hasn’t grown yet. They show no sign of fruit.
“I will water them. You did your part. Now go before it’s too late,” He spoke with words of authority. Alone with His command, the wind came. I became dumbfounded and paralyzed. And yet, I didn’t feel my weight at all.
I began to sprinkle my corn bed. For I knew that when a quick storm comes, the water doesn’t run that deep. The wind carried the water away from the bed.
Finally, I took the hose back to the other side and turned off the water. Seeing someone’s water bottle (in which I saw when I went to the plot that early morning) with some water in it, I took it and ran. Actually, I walked quickly.
“Hurry, the storm is coming,” something said. It must have been my guardian angel. As I cross the road and began to pass the manure pile, I notice some flowers.
“They’re beautiful!” I thought. “I have never seen anything like it. Oh, Father! Can I pick one!”
“Hurry, the storm is coming!” More voices encouraged me.
“You can just pick one,” said the fallen angels. “It won’t take long to pick. Then, you can run with it in your hand.”
Turning back, I went aside to it. The bunch of flowers moved with the wind. The surroundings were getting darker. The noise of the wind in the trees were louder. I think thunder roared — I don’t remember. Once again, paralyzed.
“Oh, no!” I thought. “I transgressed. I’m sorry.”
I began to moved more faster. My legs seem so weak. I passed the shed.
Going through the weeds were a bit difficult. My skirt seem to slow me down.
The wind pushed me forward at the same time.
When I got back into the clearing, drops began to fall. Large ones. While panicking, I ran.
“Why don’t I ever listen to You?!” I yelled. The drops became more thicker. I saw the people at the Wellness Center watch me. There were two guest there and one student.
Passing the Wellness Center, the storm became stronger. Walking on the green, I noticed the thickness of rain around the green.
Was God showing mercy on me and not letting me get soaking wet?
I felt some wetness.
“I deserve it! I deserve it! I deserve it!” I said while running. Then, I felt the rain even more. Halfway to the mansion. I could barely see it. I didn’t feel the weight of my body. Only the coldness of the rain. And a bruised heart.
Why didn’t I listen to Him?
[End of writing]
There is a spiritual lesson I had learned that day. Back then, God had placed me several places to learn about myself (as in where my character needed to change) and to encourage others. At this point in time, God was teaching me what Paul had taught others in 1 Corinthians 3. According to Paul, he was the one, at the time, that had planted the spiritual seeds, Apollos watered, but it was God that gave the increase (see 1 Corinthians 3:6). This is regarding the spiritual work Paul was doing. According to Ellen G. White, it was Paul who had first started the Christian work in Corinth (Acts of the Apostle, p. 274). Apollos came later.
I had planted that section of the garden at Hartland College but was impressed that I would not be around to see the entire garden grow (God would move me to another missionary project). But God promised that He would take care of this garden. I wasn’t only leaving this physical garden but also a spiritual garden; the people there at Hartland College. Many of the young ladies there had become precious to me. I was watering seeds that someone else had planted (shared encouragement) and desired to see them grow spiritually. But God was moving me to another place to either plant or water in His garden — the world.
Many months, or, maybe, even years later, one of those who were a fellow classmate for that Gardening class, had testified that my section of the garden was the most abundant section of the garden. This left a deep impression on me spiritually. This classmate told me that other classmates had watered it. And, yes, I understood that God was the one that did the increase.