After being at our new house for a year, we have had our garden (very steep, falls towards a stream) landscaped. Unfortunately, we didn't employ landscape gardeners, but a local builder instead. That has meant that we have had to do the gardening bit by ourselves, and to do that we are digging out 14 terraces which the builders filled with rubble and lumps of granite hardcore when they constructed the terrace walls of recycled railway sleepers. All good fun, if backbreaking!
It does get me in touch with nature - there is a friendly robin and a blackbird, both of whom wait till we finish work and dive down on the worms which we are bringing to the surface.
Doing this rather penitential task in Lent reminded me of the way in which the Holy Spirit works (if we are open to God working in us this way). I find myself praying as I dig, "Lord, what are the hard lumps in my life that you want to 'dig' out?" How can I become good gound for you to cultivate? I am reminded of Hosea 10.12 - a hard verse, especially in context, and the parable of the sower.
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