Farming is a continual process that concerns life and death
in a rhythmic and unpredictable cycle, dependant on forces only God
understands. I so appreciated learning about the work I could do to ensure the
health of my plants and the soil while putting my faith in the work that God
mysteriously accomplishes as small seeds grow into large plants or trees that
give life to the earth and to its rulers. I pulled weeds, planted trees,
watered sprouts, harvested okra and finished translating the book I had started
last time I spent with Beer-Sheba.
Everything I undertook or was asked to look after, I
completed with zest and joy. Being a creator of life in a world so bent on
destruction and on inflicting immense pain on others, I found peace in immersing
my strength in the restoration of the land and my heart in the pursuit of my
Savior Jesus Christ. As a parting whisper of hope, I saw my garden plants
sprouting and felt grateful for the ability to have cared for a small slice of
this great mass we call earth.
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