Today was a laying-bare day. Shovels in hand, we scouted out the yard in search of the best place to rent the earth open. Three maple trees and two sunburst locust trees needed to be rooted within the earth. We analyzed from various vantage points, envisioning leafy shade here and there. Finally we decided. The spade was positioned…then the thrust and plunge, and the grass sliced open. Carefully, the sod was peeled back… and then shovel lunged, down into the deep and dark.
Tangled roots balls were tenderly lowered in, dirt returned, water offered to bathe earth’s wound. Growth—verdant and lush—would rise from this renting open of the soil.
After lunch, Darryl left for the fields, to cultivate—acres upon acres of loamy earth to be torn into, turned over, tilled. Not a handful of dirt would be left undisturbed: to grow seeds, the soil needs to ripped open.
Like me. To be good soil, You do not leave me undisturbed, but open me up, turn me over, expose me…
The seeds will be planted tomorrow…and may they also be in my life. After I too am laid bare before You.
Lord, examine me, search me, plow deep into the darkness of me. Disturb that which is necessary to make me a seedbed, worthy of growing a crop of goodness in You. Farm me, Lord.
John 15:1 “I am the Real Vine and my Father is the Farmer.
