Thursday, March 22, 2012

Dirt is a Good Thing: A Guest Post by Amy

Are you interested in cultivating something in your life?  Cultivate is my word for 2012.  If you would like to share what God is cultivating in your heart, please let me know.  I would love to have you in this space.
Meet Amy.  I think she is super cute.  Don't you?  Whenever I visit her blog, God uses her words to speak to my heart.  So much fruit comes forth from this girl's hands.  I am honored to have her in this space.


Without further ado, I give you Amy...
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I looked at the ugly-brown mound of dirt and tried to grasp my new reality.

This was all that was left of my dreams, and I couldn’t believe it. The questions tormented me. Why, Lord? How could he leave us in such a selfish way? What do we do now? How can I raise these kids alone?

Falling to my knees, I picked up a handful of the dirt and let it fall through my fingers. Strange, how the things you hold most dear can slip away in a flash, leaving you to wonder when the fading really started and how you couldn’t have seen it coming.

But here we were, and this was real. I was too young to be widowed, and my kids didn’t deserve a fatherless future, but it all just served as proof that we live in a fallen world that gets almost too messy to bear sometimes.

It was a season in which I became well acquainted with dirt.

But in the midst of the mess I learned some life-changing things about what God can do. I learned how rotten it feels to hold a fistful of dirt instead of the thing you really want. But I also learned that when all is lost, He isn’t lost at all and never will be.

I learned that when security slips away and you’re left standing bewildered and alone, you can still grab hold of His hand and let Him pull you out of the pit. And I learned that that’s when the real growing starts.

I couldn’t have known the seeds God was sowing in that wretched mound of dirt back on that hot day in June almost three years ago. I never imagined that with the death of my dreams He was actually cultivating the terrain of my life and preparing it for growth into something more lush than my limited mind could fathom.  

Today I think back to that scene in the cemetery and I treasure that mound of dirt. Yes, it’s true—as it turns out, dirt is a good thing. Whatever it took to rid me of myself and stir in me the desire to grow in Him, I’m thankful He allowed it.

May I never take for granted the fact that He could look down on this barren mess of flesh and sin and brokenness and find in me something worthy to cultivate. May I never stop growing, and may I become more firmly rooted in Him with each passing day.

So when life looks as bleak as an ugly-brown mound of dirt, let’s remember who our Cultivator is. Let’s remember that He’s working beneath the surface of how things appear to grow us into trees of righteousness, the planting of the Lord, that He may be glorified (Is. 61:3 NKJV).


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12 comments :

  1. Amy, thank you for sharing about your growth through a season of loss. It is amazing to think that God can birth something beautiful in our hearts in the midst of our pain. I am so thankful for the hope of something new and beautiful sprouting up in the soil of my heart. You have encouraged me this morning. Thanks so much!

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  2. Thank you for sharing your story. It is a beautiful testimony to the truth that God gives us beauty in the ugly. I pray with you that you will never stop growing. May we all find his hand ready to pull us out of our pit!

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    1. Amen. And even when He chooses to lift us out slowly, we can know His arms are around us the whole time, holding us tight. So thankful.

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  3. Such beautiful words to show such a beautiful perspective! I'm so glad Jesus makes things grow out of the dirt of our lives. Thanks for the beautiful analogy and thank you for sharing part of your story in this space today.

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    1. Thank you, Angel. It's amazing the difference it makes when we just trust Him to write our stories.

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  4. Oh, Amy, I'll never look at dirt the same... and I seem to be endlessly sweeping it up off my floors, wiping it off my children's faces or knee deep in it playing "bulldozers" with my son. Your grace and courage is amazing. So nice to meet you here today.

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    1. Thank you so much, Alicia. I'm so thankful for those times in the dirt---good and bad. Oh, what we learn. :)

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  6. Thanks so much for sharing your story, Amy.

    Fondly,
    Glenda

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  7. Look, look, Jen and Amy together. How fun.

    So, just the other day a friend said, "Do you know that Make Me a Mary girl, Amy". To which I replied, "Yes". Then my friend said, "I think would like her." And I quickly agreed.

    Amy, excited about the changes at your place and to read about your new mission. As a girl who is trying to focus our family's efforts outward and upward, can't wait to hear what you have to say.

    JF,
    Happy weekend, girly.

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  8. Everything becomes beauty in the right Hands. Thanks to you and to Amy!

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