Every seed buried within the coffin-sealed sod resurrects into a new creation. All that grows and glistens green in the sun, all that manifests color, fragrance, and soul is born in the soil. Dust is not death. Dust forms the foundation of the living world.
All that grows and glistens green in the sun, all that manifests color, fragrance, and soul is born in the soil.
My soles drink deep in the dark earth as I walk through the Father’s fertile garden. I watch with wonder to see the small shoots break through their barriers and curl up toward the sun. Dirt is the earth’s living womb; seeds of life sink into its depths and transform. In the dust, new life thrives, multiplies and bears much fruit. So it is within our own hearts.
We are the gardens of God; the Holy Spirit is our gardener. He has planted Eden in the soil-sodden center of ourselves, and there He grows the good fruit of His nature in us. He has removed the heart of stone and replaced it with the heart of flesh—flesh formed from rich soil—where the word of God implanted may grow. And the seed that falls into the fertile earth brings forth the hundred-fold harvest of the LORD.
We are the gardens of God; the Holy Spirit is our gardener.
We were formed from the dust, and to the dust we must return; but, dust is not the final destination. In Christ, death is only a rest stop on the road to restoration. As the seed which first must perish before its resurrection, we must—each one of us—take up our cross that His life may flourish in our hearts. Then life will break through the barriers of brokenness and bear the sweet produce of the soil.