. . . I love growth. As I walk the irrigation roads behind our house, I am amazed by the miracle of growth through the seasons: rich, bare, milk chocolate brown fields eventually turn into beautiful uniform rows that will soon hold seeds that contain life waiting to burst forth.
As I was meditating on the beauty of the green cotton and corn plants reaching for the sun, I was reminded how much I love growth in people. I love growth in myself. I am not the same woman I was five or two or even one year ago. I am growing. There are seasons of dirt. But I am now confident that even my dirt has potential to turn into green, life giving beauty! I'm just cooperating with the Master Farmer. He knows when to let me sit as dirt, when to plow me up and prepare my heart, when to plant His seeds and when to water. I get the blessing of bearing the beautiful fruit, but it's only in cooperation with the hard work of the Farmer! Thank you, Jesus, for my growth and all the seasons that are necessary for beauty to break forth. I am so very pleased to be cared for by You!
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