One story, one soul…for God and his kingdom

Cindy rolled up the water hose, stood back and looked at her flower bed and smiled.

“Now, it’s time to get dirty” she said to herself and walked to the backyard.

She locked her tools from the shed and walked to her garden, she passed the men talking 

“How’s it going?” She asked her husband Connor

“Good, good! I’m done pruning. Anthony and I will head inside.”

“Okay, I’ll be in the garden.” She replied.

With gloved hands and trowel,

She knelt in her garden, with a bag of manure: cow dung. She was working in the manure in the soil. It was soft and crumbly, till she met hard soil.

Hard soil.. hard to break up.

“That’s odd, I didn’t have to deal with this last year.” She said to herself 

“I might have to get a bigger tool to break this up or maybe I’ll just avoid planting in this spot entirely if it turns out to be a really tough one.”

Season come, seasons go

They might make us

They might break us

The season you are in, how is it to you?

The same sun which melts wax hardens clay. And the same Gospel which melts some persons to repentance hardens others in their sins.

– C. Spurgeon