The Digger

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As I was driving home last night…there it was.  The field I was driving by looked exactly like I want it to look all year round…yet it only looks that way for a short while.  I take in a deep breath and sigh…it’s lovely.

Many people wouldn’t think that a field that is only displaying dark, black, dug-up dirt looks lovely.  As a matter of fact, I was driving a small child somewhere once and he said it looked like an oreo cookie (without the double stuff center) that had been crushed and sprinkled out on the ground.

The dirt looks rich, healthy and ready for the seeds to be sprinkled throughout.  It’s clean.  It’s welcoming.  It’s ready for new life.

When I first moved out here to the middle of nowhere, I did not understand.  “How did this all work?” I would often ask myself. One day, I asked my husband, Farmer Dean, “What does that machine do?”  “Which one?” he answered.  “The big one over there.”  I responded.  “Kathy, what does it look like it does?” “It has big claws and looks like it digs into the ground.  What is it called?”  I asked.  “A digger” he answered.

A digger it is.  My husband is out in the field now, as I can see him from this living room window.  He is in a big tractor that pulls the digger behind it.  It has huge claws as it goes into the ground and pulls, lifts, digs all of the dried up, hard, crunchy soil and pulls it to the top, making it look clean, fresh and new.

Once that machine is finished, the seeds will go into the ground and life will begin again, as corn and soybeans are planted.

As a little city girl, that never meant anything to me.  I was not interested in any machine, any field, or any seeds.  Give me my Corn Pops and I’m a happy camper.  But something changed in me when I saw the process.

Planting is a process.  But my absolute favorite thing isn’t the ugly field in the winter that is covered with snow, or the lakeside view as the Spring rains sit waiting to be soaked into the ground, or even the corn standing as tall as my head.   No, my favorite part of the whole process is right now.  The excitement of something old and crusty getting stirred up so that new life can begin within the depths of its soul.

It’s like our lives, isn’t it? There are periods of time when we sit in this life all covered up with the snow of our sins, the hurts that we carry, the unforgiveness that we hide underneath it all.  And when and if we allow that wonderful, amazing love of Christ to come in and stir things up, uncover the blanket of gloom and cold and melt it away,  and then bring in the wonderful digger of our souls and allow the Holy Spirit to dig and pull and toss and stir up the soil of our lives, we become renewed.  New life is happening just as Christ is planting the seeds of His love, His Word, His hope, His way, and we respond by growth.

I want the blanket of sin, the standing water of unforgiveness to melt, and I want Christ to bring in the big digger and stir up the soil of my life.

After all     ………..    it’s Spring and time for some great beautiful growth.

Ephesians 3:19 (The Message)

 My response is to get down on my knees before the Father, this magnificent Father who parcels out all heaven and earth. I ask Him to strengthen you by His Spirit—not a brute strength but a glorious inner strength—that Christ will live in you as you open the door and invite Him in. And I ask him that with both feet planted firmly on love, you’ll be able to take in with all followers of Jesus the extravagant dimensions of Christ’s love. Reach out and experience the breadth! Test its length! Plumb the depths! Rise to the heights! Live full lives, full in the fullness of God.