Nothing But Dirt

Good Morning,
Saturday we planted our garden. I spent Thursday in my garden, tearing out old cabbage and spent pea's. I felt a sense of sadness as I said good by to the beautiful plants that had given me as much visual pleasure as they had nutrition. As I stared at the finished work of my barren garden I wondered as to what we would plant. Looking at it that day it seemed dead and foreboding. Then came Saturday! As Larry, mostly Larry, and I began to till the soil and amend it preparing the ground for the new crop of veggies I began to imagine what the new garden would look like, and how tasty it would be. Looking at it now, it just looks like a couple of green leaves stuck in the ground not much of a garden. I know though that in a few days, weeks, and even by the end of the month it will be a monstrous green paradise full of life. I love spring. In one particular section of the garden we planted onions, from seed, when I think of onions I don't think of seeds, where are they hidden in that bulb? Anyhow, I was imagining that little seed deep in the soil, germinating inside, and pushing the plant dormant inside of it out of the hard shell. It was beginning to establish a root that would hold it firm into the ground as the top of the seed pushed out a plant that would produce an onion. It would burst forward from the soil reaching towards the sun growing to produce more seeds, more fruit, something good for my body. Our lives are these little seeds pushing through the dirt of struggles in life trying to become that plant that produces the fruits of life. I appreciate the life God has given me, the dirt I have to push through, the visions of my Papa He lets me see, knowing deep in the heart of me that I will see Him someday. I want to be a garden, beautiful for my Daddy to behold, a pleasure for Him to walk through, fruit that He can enjoy. Plant your gardens my friends, make your roots deep, don't let the weeds choke it out and watch how it flourishes in the light, bring joy to your Papa!!

Pushing Through The Dirt,
Diane Maldonado