We really worked hard to prepare the ground for that garden. i mean, we worked hard at it. Roots, rocks, weeds, ivy…you name it, we yanked it out of there.
And, we tilled-in 300 pounds of composted cow poo. Organic, you know.
Then, for a couple of weeks i would drive up at the end of the day, grab all my stuff from the truck, and run to the fence to look at the garden.
Nothing was growing. Dang.
And it dawned on me one day that there was probably a reason for that. We hadn’t planted anything yet!
One of my friends used to say we need to give God something to bless. We need to show up. i guess he’s right.
There are lots of things i’m not good at that i have to do anyway. i resist doing those things, preferring instead to get someone else to do them while i go about the things for which i think i’m better suited. Sometimes, though, i’m the one who is . . . well, it’s like they asked for volunteers and everyone else took a step backwards!
When i’m doing things i’m not good at, i feel like my shoes are on the wrong feet or something. Maybe i have to be more intentional about asking God to come alongside me when i’m doing those things.
Or, maybe i should realize (as i might be right now) that it is i coming alongside God whatever i’m doing.
Jesus said “I am the vine; you are the branches. Whoever abides in me, and I in him, he it is that bears much fruit, for apart from me you can do nothing.” (John 15:5 ESV -italics added)
Go figger . . .