I made a note of this song weeks ago.
This came to my attention just now.
So my dahlings, someone out there needs to hear this, and better yet, believe this. We tend to believe what other people say about us too quickly. What does God say about us? Which is more important?
Over all the other voices, sometimes including my own, I choose to believe You God, and what You say.
I don’t know if my fingernails will ever be the same after today. They are compacted with dirt.
In this phase of life I embrace it.
Living near small towns, I have experts in every field nearby. The hardware store has a garden area where I go in search of Megan. She educates me.
My front yard has lots of rocks. They are on top of the earth and deep underneath. To plant flowers I need to make dirt since digging holes are fruitless.
Megan showed me two bags of what I need to make really good dirt for happy flowers. I would need to mix the two bags half and half in a large bucket.
“Fill the bucket halfway with one and then the other. Dig your hands in all the way up to your elbows and mix it by hand.”
The look on my face was priceless I’m sure, but Megan never leads me astray. What she says works.
I took her guidance to heart and dug in.
Looks like a trail of happiness to me.
But first, I had to dig in and get really dirty.
Walking outside, and looking up at the sky, I said….
“I don’t know what I did to be so abundantly blessed by You, but I’m grateful. I don’t know why I get to be used by you, but I’m grateful. I don’t know God, I’m just grateful.”
Stepping back inside the house, this was playing over the radio. The volume was turned down so low, I could barely hear it, so somebody here must need to hear it too. xx