I was a little girl on the plains of central
Nebraska. We had winters with snow drifts the size of buses, pivot sprinklers
to splash in (if we dared), and an old barn to explore.
My dad was one of those hard-working farmers who worked from
sun-up to sun-down. I never asked him outright, but I know he loved his job. He
lived by the seasons and enjoyed the gifts each one brought.
Fall, he said, was
his favorite. He did tell me that. Harvest was the pinnacle of the whole years’
hard labor.
In winter the ground sat fallow and frozen like the tundra.
And
spring, well, spring was my favorite. The smell of dirt would be fresh in the
air as the neighboring farmers and my dad would be out in the field preparing
the soil for the year’s fresh crop of corn.
With a disc attached to his tractor, Dad would break up the dirt that was now unfrozen, but hardened by winter's unuse.
Then, he would hook up the planter to the tractor and there he would
go. Sun up to sun down, day after day, coffee time after coffee time to plant those seeds in the good soil.
I
loved this green machine with eight green buckets in a row hooked onto the
tractor. In each bucket was the seed corn. In each seed corn was a stalk just
waiting for God to grow it.
Next job on the list for my dad in the spring was cultivating. On his tractor and pulling this contraption, he would
take to the fields to attack the weeds that were threatening to choke out the tender seedlings he'd worked so hard to plant.
Dad wanted this baby corn to grow big and strong, so he cultivated the soil to get the weeds out.
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When I think about one word that I want to focus on
for this year, there are many I could have chosen.
I've felt like I have dormant gifts that need to be unearthed.
I’ve had rocks of doubt and weeds of
uncertainty that need to be removed.
This year, I want to...
cultivate love.
cultivate creativity.
cultivate hope.
It's time to pull the weeds and flourish right where I'm planted.
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Sow with a view to righteousness, reap in accordance with kindness; break up your fallow ground, for it is time to seek the Lord until He comes to rain righteousness on you.
Hosea 10:12
And the desolate land will be cultivated instead of being a desolation in the sight of everyone who passed by.
Ezekiel 36:34
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Do you have one word for 2014? If so, I'd love to hear about it in the comments!
And the desolate land will be cultivated instead of being a desolation in the sight of everyone who passed by.
Ezekiel 36:34
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Do you have one word for 2014? If so, I'd love to hear about it in the comments!
*special thanks to my daughter Kara Landhuis (karalandhuis.com) for transforming my watercolor into a workable digital photo!
Blessings,
Anne
I'm with you on this.
ReplyDelete:) So much to do, I don't know where to start. Trusting God will show me! Thanks, Dayle!
DeleteAnne, I love this! Cultivate is a beautiful word to focus on as the Lord guides you throughout the year. I also love the pics of your dad on the tractor! I'm your neighbor from The Weekend Brew. Have a lovely weekend!
ReplyDeletethanks so much for your comment and for stopping by! I so appreciate it!
DeleteLove your word for the year. I believe God is calling me to cultivate many things in my life -- family, community, my own inner life. Thank you for linking up at The Weekend Brew!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Barbie! Blessings!
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