Cultivating

I was blessed to be able to have my parents come on Saturday for Easter.
We enjoyed the summer weather, and spent time on Saturday wandering through a few nurseries. Ahhh, I love flowers. They make me smile. I'm not sure why. but I am thankful that God made so many beautiful varieties for me to enjoy.

My dad has a trade mark. He's the cultivator in our family. We teasingly label him "the dirt man"
He's always buying dirt, and moving it around gardens or making himself available to help others with dirt. As soon as he had heard that I was considering planting raspberries, he came bearing gifts of raspberry bushes.

Dad and I spent the morning pulling out a huge load of unruly, overgrown grasses off of my steep hill in my backyard. In its place, we dug out the soil and rocks, and made a ledge and put in some raspberry and blueberry bushes.
As we toiled and panted and pulled rocks and grass roots... I kept saying to my Dad, there's a message in this! We talked about how unruly some roots can be, how toiling and cultivating the soil always pays off and will eventually bear good fruit.

Although I was audibly talking to my dad in the natural, I was enjoying talking to my heavenly Father, asking Him to show me more truths about cultivating the soil in my heart, and learning from Him. In this reformation, I have allowed Him to cultivate deep down into my heart, which affects what I say and how I say it.

I am grateful that He is weeding some things out and taking out some doozie rocks. lol! All of this weeding is unto greater life and fruit. Its always redemptive.

We finished digging just in time for a long awaited rain storm. I walked away feeling refreshed for expending some energy, happy to have cultivated the dirt, and even more happy to have enjoyed it with my earthy and heavenly Father's.