Dirt

Verse of the Day:   Isaiah 51:1 Hearken to me, ye that follow after righteousness, ye that seek the LORD: look unto the rock whence ye are hewn, and to the hole of the pit whence ye are digged.

Dirt.

We came from it.

We will one day return to it.

No wonder it holds such a fascination for me. I think about it as I work in my large garden.

 So many terms for it: dirt, dust, earth, soil, all meaning about the same thing. It makes a mess of floors and clothing. Mixed with water it turns to mud, perhaps the most irritating substance known to man. 

But it brings us life.

 Without it there would be no gardens, no fields, no trees, no water cycle. As long as we live on earth we must toil in the dirt for our living. I enjoy it.

 The earth yields fruit in a process of mystery that man will never fully comprehend. 

It reminds me what I really am -- and what I used to be. My once-filthy clothes are now washed in the blood of the Lamb. And I look forward to the day when the dusty road ends and I move to a place where the pavement is gold. There will still be a tree, with fruit on it. But I have a feeling we will say goodbye... to dirt.

The field is the world; the good seed are the children of the kingdom; but the tares are the children of the wicked one.

Of Wildflowers and Worry-hours

Verse of the Day:  Psalms 103:15


As for man, his days are as grass: as a flower of the field, so he flourisheth.

It's good to let the Bible and nature teach about ourselves...

Matthew 6:30

Wherefore, if God so clothe the grass of the field, which to day is, and to morrow is cast into the oven, shall he not much more clothe you, O ye of little faith?

Every delicate and intricate detail...

...reminds us how much God cares about us and our lives...

...gently upbraiding our lack of faith in day-to-day matters.

Our lives will soon fade away like the grass of the field. Why spend our time worrying about yesterday, today, or tomorrow? Go outside and pick a few wildflowers...

...take a lesson from them,  and go on and praise God for His provision, and serve Him with your whole heart.



The Hard-packed Road

Came across this poem and I liked it. I added the pics (google img.).

This Earth is All Too Solid


This earth is all too solid and we long to spread our wings
And leave the gravitational for lighter, higher things.
For few men help to lessen loads on highways here below:
Instead they make our labor worse, and thorns and stones they sow.

Our cares would press our tender feet into the rock beneath,
And burdens cramp our aching legs; we grimly set our teeth.
We plod ahead in weariness upon this solid ground,
The sun is hot, or rain is cold - some ill is always found.

We see a few that float along in bubbles of their own,
And envy them - then view ourselves, and shake our heads and moan.
But if we’d look ahead we’d see they have a sudden stop.
For fun and evil have their time, then suddenly they pop.

In Matthew ‘leven thirty, read the words, “My burden’s light”!
Christ’s yoke is easy for the ones who walk into His light.
“Come unto me, all ye that labor - I will give you rest.”
Forsake yourself and turn to Him for truly you’ll be blest.

The weight that presses mankind down is his own crushing sin.
But helpless sinners in despair is who Christ came to win!
“Repent therefore, and be converted - sin is blotted out”
Remove your feet from broad to strait - the Christian’s only route.

My heart is light! But now since Jesus severed Satan’s cord,
I’d rather stay upon the ground to be below my Lord.
The earth is still so solid, but now my eyes can see:
Whatever way God chooses, will be the best for me.
                                                                             
                                                                              Elliott R. Parfitt