A tech at the hospital brought Doc several jars of peach preserves which he had ordered and some plums from the farm she and her husband own.
Wiping the sweet ruby juice that runs down his chin, he comments that it is the best plum he has ever had.
She smiles as he finishes the rest of his snack.
“Yea, that is from our best producing tree. It is around that tree that we dump the chicken dung from the chicken coops.”
I laugh as I watch her try to get him riled, but Doc just smiles back and says, “Yep, best chicken fed plum I ever had!”
I began to think about that chicken dung. Something most people try to bury, throw out, or at the very least walk past and make sounds of disgust
I have dung in my life, everyone does. Stuff from the past that I try to bury and throw out as if it never existed. Stuff that I have given to the Lord, stuff I have learned mighty lessons from but I bury it down for fear that if you knew you would make a sound of disgust.
Some people caution me not to tell, “ you will ruin your reputation,” and I am then paralyzed with fear.
Fear of man will prove to be a snare, but whoever trusts in the Lord is kept safe. Proverbs 29:25
And fear casts its net in hopes of prey unaware.
We must be aware that our weakness comes forth as strength as it is given to Christ.
Is the greatest fear we all have the fear of dirt; of someone having dirt on us? Do we fear that they will try to bury us in our own dirt long before it is time for us to return to the dirt?
So you will find favor and a good repute in the sight of God and man. Trust in the Lord with all of your heart and lean not on you own understanding. In all your ways acknowledge Him, and He will make your paths straight.” Proverb 3:4-6
So this is where I am – I gave my life to Christ years ago, it is no longer mine but His. If He calls my buried dirt, fertilizer, then so be it. It is no longer my story but His, no longer my dirt and shame, but His story and glory. He can tell my story, dig up my dirt, and spread it under any tree he chooses so that good fruit can come out of the lives of others.
I have been crucified with Christ; and it is not longer I who live, but Christ lives in me; and the life which I now live in the flesh I live by faith in the Son of God who loved me and delivered Himself up for me. Galatians 2:20
I am leaving in the morning for She Speaks, then to DC for a vacation with my Grand-Anna and will not be blogging much. But I’ll have plenty of stories and pictures to share when I get back.
You are my girls and guys and I am so very thankful for you in my life.
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