There's something about playing in dirt that settles me almost as much as playing with words. Maybe it's the transfer of oxygen and nutrients from soil through skin or simply the pleasure of watching summer's beauty slowly emerge. I don't know, but it's in my blood.
My grandfather supported his family off this Maine blueberry farm...
...not far from living water...
...and the land bore much fruit...
My grandmother's passion for blooming gardens thrives
beyond three generations.
But I think my passion for working the land goes back further,
back to the beginning - Paradise - in the Garden
where beauty was born and where our roots began.
"Now the LORD God had planted a garden in the east, in Eden; and there he put the man he had formed. And the LORD God made all kinds of trees grow out of the ground—trees that were pleasing to the eye and good for food...The LORD God took the man and put him in the Garden of Eden to work it and take care of it" (Genesis 2:8, 9, 15).
Saturday we tend our garden, bent and low, in worship of the Creator, caring for his creation. It's hard work. Harder than God ever planned in Paradise for now we work under the curse where weeds grow and death consumes. We pull, dig, trim, and haul. We spread rich, black earth born from death and transplant new life, drenched in living water.
And now we wait and watch, water and weed while God raises beauty from dirt.
Enjoy your weekend and find some time to do those things that settle your soul, draw you close to God and give you a glimpse of Paradise.
Before you do, won't you share with us what activity settles you, brings you close to Paradise?
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