As we've entered into a new phase, parenting an almost adult child, there have been struggles. My heart was shattered this week, and all I wanted to do was sweep it all up. Then I remembered a picture God gave me a year or so ago.
It was of a tree and in that lesson he showed me a picture of how the dirt in our lives give us life, and it's where we put down roots. Friends, Jesus has been so near, I can almost actually feel him, it's tangible. He has shown me things to change, ways to act, but mainly how to be still and lean into Him and watch Him work and provide. He has shown me that it is His work in the lives of my children and in my family, not mine.
There was a sweet moment when my husband and I were really feeling low and discussing our current situation with each other. There was some silence and I reached over and placed my hand on the back of my husband. Silent yet boldly I began to pray for the Holy Spirit to meet us there. I felt a wave of His presence and I sensed His perfect peace. It was remarkable.
As I think about that moment, I realize that God's presence is felt in the dirt of our lives. It doesn't look, to the outside, very pretty, nice or even neat, but it is real and it's raw and it's growth. I feel the pain of growing into a new creation and becoming more like my heavenly Father as He rips away everything that is not of Him. I become the branches in His vine.
Dearest friends, don't give up in the dirt. Don't sweep it away. Don't clean it up. Scoop it up with your hands, hold it up to your Father, and watch His marvelous work. Our mud stained faces, and our dirty feet and nails are the signs that God is doing what He does best, redemption.