In Route

sooo, as it turns out the sun came out yesterday and I DID get to dig in the dirt. the soil was wet and soft and the weeds softly came out. but this certain type of grass and its roots were all through the dirt. i am going to have to build a barrier. everytime i dig up weeds i pray for God to do the same in my heart. to make my heart pure before him, weedless as it were and futhermore to put a barrier to the sin that so easliy entangles me. it is theraputic and intercessory, this weeding…

I was digging in the dirt, getting out the weeds that had crept in to the flower bed. I love digging in the dirt and looking at the bugs and seeing the things i have studied under microscopes. but mostly i love soil and the mountain of metaphors that it has in store. as i dug, i realized i was wanting, so much, for God to do the same in my heart: prepare the ground for the beauty that he has in store. i want to clean up the flower bed all the time lately, to get it ready for planting. but today it is raining and i can’t.