Miracles

I did some miracle work with God yesterday.  I rolled the garden tiller out of winter hibernation and turned the soil to get it ready for the Spring garden.  There is something wonderful about freshly turned dirt.  It has a unique smell which must surely come from the hands of the Creator.  To pick it up is to know you hold life itself in the palm of your hand.  After the ground was turned, I pulled out the ancient push plow which has planted more gardens than I can remember.  And, finally, I dropped seed in the open furrow and pushed the dirt over it. 

 

Miracle work.  My part is small compared to my partner is this holy enterprise.  God, the Creator, has provided the dirt which is life giving.  He sends rain and sunshine for the growing. He handles the mystery part which eye cannot see except gradually as thin stem and tender leaves push themselves out of the dark dirt.  What happens after the seed is covered is full of mystery.  It is always beyond the planter's ability to see.  Soon, the seed will be a green shoot, then a knee high stalk of corn, and finally a day of harvesting will come when that one seed will multiply itself a hundred fold or more.

 

Pure Mystery.  Miracle work.  What a blessing it is to be a part of this life that is coming forth from the dirt.  Soon, as Spring begins to break in upon us, there will be evidence of innumerable miracles taking place before our eyes.  Barren trees will become full.  Brown earth will become green.  What is resting will begin working.  The creation will come forth in such a way as to point those who have eyes to see that the Creator is still doing miracle work.  What a privilege and a blessing to work with the Master Miracle Worker of the Creation.