The Problem and Parable of Good Soil

 There shall be showers of blessings


They say when soil is over-farmed, when it’s over-worked or artificially fertilized too long, it’s depleted of it’s nutrients, stripped bare. The very fruit birthed from it leaches the healthy bits and bobs right out from inside of it until everything’s out of balance; Until nothing will grow. Then one of two things has to happen. The soil needs to rest or the soil needs to rotate.

I feel like for the last two years God has slowly, patiently been resting and rotating us.

We didn’t have rocks. We didn’t have weeds. We were good soil. But we were empty. Hard. Bitter.

So we rested from traditional ministry – nursery duties, children’s ministries, teaching, volunteering. For a good seven or eight months we rested from traditional church entirely, focusing instead on building relationships, on worshiping quietly in our hearts without the demands of our culture.

Then God began to rotate us. First He gave us a good tilling because our soil had gotten a bit dry, a bit hard. Then, when we were just the right amount of broken and tossed about, when the Spirit was able to aerate freely again through our layers of hardness, he planted us somewhere new. New environment, new cultural climate.

He not only planted us somewhere new but he planted new things inside of us. New passions, new understandings. He scattered seeds of patience, seeds of providence, seeds of grace. And then he watered those seeds with a rain-forest, with the steady, gentle rains of the Pacific Northwest.

There shall be showers of blessing:
This is the promise of love;
There shall be seasons refreshing,
Sent from the Savior above.

Showers of blessing,
Showers of blessing we need:
Mercy-drops round us are falling,
But for the showers we plead.

There shall be showers of blessing,
Precious reviving again;
Over the hills and the valleys,
Sound of abundance of rain.

Showers of blessing,
Showers of blessing we need:
Mercy-drops round us are falling,
But for the showers we plead.

And so we began to recover a bit from our hardness, from our emptiness. Now here we are – softer, healthier, and rotating  yet again. And I’m just so thankful. Thankful for a God who is gentle, for a God who is patient. For a God who knows when to till and when to rest and when to rotate.

Our season of rest is over. We have busy times ahead as we prepare for our assignment in South Asia, as we plant the seeds of our calling in the hearts of others and build our partnership team.

I feel more confident than ever, not only in myself, but in God as we move forward in this very big, very mature, very scary adventure. He’s filled my cup to the top so that there’s no room for anxiety. There’s just our future – bright, shining, waiting for us. And even though I can’t see the bridge from here to there clearly, I see no reason not to trust, not to keep putting one foot in front of the other.

He’s never failed to pave the way.



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