A friend of mine has a pile of dirt at the end of her driveway. A BIG pile. It's been there a while. A good four weeks, maybe more. I see it every time I go to visit, and, I have to admit, I've become quite used to seeing it there. It was an unexpected "gift" from a neighbor that they have not been able to put to use yet, but they are not complaining. They have a specific purpose for that pile of dirt. All they are waiting for is the time to commit to the project (and maybe a friend or two to come help shovel!).
Today I took her home and that pile of dirt that I've grown accustomed to seeing, caught my eye. It had fresh, bright green sprigs of grass growing out from all over the pile! New growth and fresh life… from a pile of dirt. Now I know I drive my family crazy sometimes but I could not resist the analogy…
Are you displaced? Do you feel as if you've been uprooted from where you belong and are sitting dormant on a slab of cement?
Are you discouraged about the timeline in your life? Are you thinking maybe you could have been used by now for a greater purpose, and instead, have just been set aside?
Or, perhaps to be a bit more literal, you just feel like dirt. Valueless, ugly and well… dirty. What good could possibly come to your common, mundane life?
New growth. New life. It's quite amazing. Out of its element and against the odds, new grass is growing and is beautifying the pile. There is only one explanation. Seeds must have been sown. The incredible thing is, it doesn't matter where and when those seeds were sown. They remain there, lodged within the soil, and responding to the elements. We've had some rain lately and we've had beautiful sunshine the last few days. And so it is, that regardless of where that dirt is sitting, growth is continuing to happen. Planting a seed can sometimes take hold.
I don't know about you, but that's encouraging to me. I have three piles of dirt camped out in the driveway of my life. All three are looking pretty unattractive and discouraging. My comfort comes in knowing that the Homeowner knows the full plan. He could use each one to fill in my character where necessary, and with His landscaping genius, He could even use them to add beauty to the property. The hardest part is that only He knows the timeline. Only He can orchestrate when, where and how those piles will be moved. I've learned something though. I can sit around and complain about the piles of dirt in my driveway, or I can believe that growth can still come while I wait. I know that seeds have taken hold. In the meantime, it is my hope that those who pass by, will not see the soil or the 'pile', but will instead be pleasantly surprised by the new life, albeit in the most unlikely places.
So, here's to the seeds that take hold, no matter where we are in our lives!
Have a wonderful weekend!