Mark 4:26 He also said, “This is what the kingdom of God is like. A man scatters seed on the ground. 27 Night and day, whether he sleeps or gets up, the seed sprouts and grows, though he does not know how. 28 All by itself the soil produces grain—first the stalk, then the head, then the full kernel in the head. 29 As soon as the grain is ripe, he puts the sickle to it, because the harvest has come.” 30 Again he said, “What shall we say the kingdom of God is like, or what parable shall we use to describe it? 31 It is like a mustard seed, which is the smallest of all seeds on earth. 32 Yet when planted, it grows and becomes the largest of all garden plants, with such big branches that the birds can perch in its shade.” The Message
What is the soil of my life actually like as I ponder the New Year. I've noticed over the years that changes happen. In the beginning I used to turn the sods over, sift all the soil to remove the rocks, many wheelbarrows of those heavy things. Hours of working with the grandsons and Emma from next door. We learned many things about each other as we dug and turned and added compost and other things before the plantings. I used to think my spiritual soil was like that and I worked so hard, taking courses, reading books, listening to speakers, trying to root out those stubborn traits of self-will, anger, irritation, abruptness, the rocks of self-righteousness, and self-justification. It was hard work turning my will and life over to God especially when I had to help Him so much.
Now it is much easier, no sods to turn just layer newspaper and pile on the new dirt that comes from composting. I have several composting bins and they are not done all that well but every second year I have the rich black stuff. I love to spread it around. I know that if I were more disciplined that I could use it every year. It seems I have so much else to do that I don't fret about it just do what I can day by day. It is easier now for the soil in my life is softer, more loving, more gentle, kinder, less angst railing against injustice and evil. I think aging does that. I am learning to treasure the moments of joy in each day, delighting in every moment, encouraging my dear heart as the headaches seem to increase weekly. The unknown is still present but this moment is fresh and new and full of promise, if not for great expectations, then the presence of the Living God for each new adventure.
To be honest I am not making any new beds and am actually attempting to decrease the areas, allowing for fewer weeds to take root. It is like that for relationships as well. I no longer harbor hurt feelings or annoyances and save them up for the week to rehash all that others have done to me. It is such a waste land of energy and joy stealing. I treasure those that phone and visit and know that others are all busy in their lives and are not deliberately avoiding me. I am blessed with a family of fine young, and not so young adults. One special younger grandson, who painted me a tree of life for my Christmas present. A wonderful reminder that trees grow only with good soil and dear Lord make my life that good soil. You know the right mix in my life to bring forth fruitful soil.
