Discoveries in the Dirt
Last spring, I was on my hands and knees in the dirt, pulling weeds. For the most part, I enjoy working in our yard. But, when it comes to weeding, I really hate it.
On this first day of spring weeding, I was pleasantly surprised at how easily these terrible weeds came out. It was quick progress; significantly different from the previous summer when weeding this same area had been so difficult. Now, it was so much easier because the dirt had changed. The long winter rains made the soil soft and pliable.As my hands reach into the dirt I can feel the stormy winters Enveloping my heart. When harsh rains Drench my soul. They soften me, Presenting me with opportunity To do away with the choking weeds; Starving the hidden flowers Of beauty within me.
As I worked in the soft dirt, I saw and felt and understood how the dark winter storms – traumas in family, business and personal - had changed me. How, over recent months and years, the soil of my own soul had been softened; weeds uprooted.
I wondered, “When winter storms return again – and they will – what then will I choose?”I choose to be grateful For the softened soil of my soul. I choose to embrace winters, As preparation for weeding. I choose to believe some day my heart Will have fewer choking weeds. I choose to have faith my soul Will again feel the warm, summer sun. During the darkness and cold, I choose to accept God’s grace, Believing his spring flowers Will one day blossom within me.
Each of us, every day, gets to choose how we will respond to our winters.
I hope you choose gratefulness – to feel blessed, not bitter.
I wish you well.