Plowing Season

It’s Spring. Planting season. Time to break up the fallow ground and prepare soil for seed. I love the smell of freshly turned soil and the feel of dirt under my fingernails. It’s hard work sometimes. Especially after a hard winter when the ground hunkers down on itself in hopes of holding off the bitter cold. But it’s worth the effort required to break up and turn over the cold barren earth. It’s the only chance of having anything grow.

It’s a bit of a different story when you no longer find yourself in the position of the gardener, spade in hand, but instead realize you’ve become the soil. Barren and packed down. Hardened by the winter’s harsh chill. No longer in control of the plowing but now having to yield to the Master Gardner’s plan.

It’s painful stuff, being plowed. And sometimes I question the Hand holding the plow. Because I so often forget… the tilling isn’t for pain, but for fruit. The spade piercing the dirt and turning everything upside down isn’t for chaos, but for growth.

And so, instead of questioning the Gardner as to why He’s plowing me, I have another question for Him…

God, what do You want to plant in me?

Because I have a feeling whatever He chooses to plant will be beautiful. And that beauty will be worth this pain.

“Sow for yourselves righteousness; reap in mercy; break up your fallow ground, for it is time to seek the Lord, till He comes and rains righteousness on you.” Hosea 10:12

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