It was only a phase...

I think one of the hardest aspects of leaving the farm is letting go of my image that was defined by it.

Not long ago I was in the feed store browsing the shelves, and I realized in a moment that of all of the familiar products, I would have need of none in this new life, on my new journey.

All of the knowledge, competence and confidence that related to the farm are no longer part of my reality. It no longer matters that I can diagnose and treat a myriad of veterinary ailments… that I can throw, worm, vaccinate and trim a flock of sheep in an afternoon…or manage acres of land for rotational grazing…stack hay or run a line of fence...turn and deliver a malpresentation…or tube and resuscitate a lamb…It is no longer part of my life…

Where do I put the ribbons, awards and recognitions for someone I no longer am?

Most of the people I come into contact with on a daily basis have never known this side of me…and couldn’t even begin to imagine me this way. They know only a small part of who I am…and very little of who I have been. In fact, our knowledge of others is so situational…we can hardly say we know another at all.

Fundamentally, I think we all long to be known…not just in part…but wholly…for someone to know and hold our complete history – all of our gifts, our grief, our talent and trials. We seek approval; validation for all that is good within us. But for most, the risk is too great. Revealing ourselves to another person, wholly, leaves us open to rejection – or worse – condemnation, because not all that is in us is good. So we guard…and isolate…and along with the feeling of being unknown, we are filled with loneliness and despair. It is at times like these that I am so grateful for my faith. It doesn’t matter who I was, what images of me I have lived and let go of. No part of me or my experience has been lost. There is Someone who knows me, wholly, and loves me unconditionally, and always has.

Before I formed you in the womb, I knew you. Before you were born, I set you apart for my holy purpose. Jeremiah 1:5

O LORD, you have examined my heart and know everything about me…You know my thoughts…You know everything I do… Psalm 139:1-4

There is no condemnation to them that are in Christ Jesus, who walk not according to the flesh. Romans 8:1

It has taken me a lifetime to realize that my image, in and of myself has no significance. What this world needs, what draws others to me is not me, my competence, my interests, or my aptitudes…none of which come from me. They are only phases I go through...What draws others to me is the hope they see in me…the light reflected from me, that is Christ in me.

I have been crucified with Christ and I no longer live, but Christ lives in me. The life I live in the body, I live by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave himself for me. Galatians 2:20

I can’t allow myself to be defined by the limited nature of another person or how others have experienced me - my image - or by the limits I would place on myself because of my experiences. Some know me as a child, a mother, a teacher, a customer, an athlete, a woman, a social worker, a wife, a shepherdess, a daughter, a dancer, a neighbor, a conference presenter, a student, a victim, a stranger, a patient, a trainer, a writer…By how many different limited images am I known…defined? Each is only a facet of me…designed not to be a representation of the person I am…but a prism to reflect the light that is in me.

As you come to him, the living Stone—rejected by men but chosen by God and precious to him - you also, like living stones, are being built into a spiritual house to be a holy priesthood. 1 Peter 2:4,5

I have only one identity…and that is the light I reflect, regardless of the image it is reflected through. Letting go of an image is not a loss…it is a change that allows the light within me to be reflected from a different angle. The more facets that reflect the light, the more brilliant the reflection. The world does not need to see me. I am already seen and approved by one who knows me. Like the moon…my image is nothing but a phase...ever changing...I am nothing to the world around me…invisible…unless I reflect a greater light.

Once you had no identity as a people; now you are God's people. 1 Peter 2:10

I have always loved doing my farm chores late at night, and delighting in the changes of the moon. Each phase holds its own beauty. Some nights the light reflected is dim...some nights there is no moon to be seen at all...but I know that it is there. I especially love the nights when the moon is so bright, it is like daylight. It astounds me that all men the world over, see the same moon, no matter where they are, no matter what they are experiencing...and that that one moon reflects only one light...night after night - ever changing...yet always the same.

Even so let your light shine before men; that they may see your good deeds, and glorify your Father in heaven. Matthew 5:16

Dancing with God

Now,
when I see the word “Guidance”

I always see “dance” at the end…

Doing God’s will is a lot like dancing.

A dance is always an invitation,
and an acceptance.
It cannot be forced,
and still be a dance.

In dancing, there is only one that leads…
if both partners try to lead,
nothing feels right.
The movement is a struggle;
it doesn’t meld with the music,
everything is uncomfortable,
out of step, and awkward.
When one partner yields to the other,
both bodies appear to flow effortlessly.
The lead is cued gently, from one to the other,
with a barely perceptible touch to the back,
or a small shift in direction,
a turn of the head.
It is as if the two become one body,
the movement is smooth and beautiful,
perfect synchrony one with the other,
in step to the cadence of the music.

To dance takes complete surrender,
willingness and attentiveness from one partner,
and gentle guidance and skill from the other,
both fully present and aware.
One hears the music,
the other reflects the music that is heard.
One moves,
the other responds.

For the one who leads,
there is such pleasure in knowing that his partner will be
right where he wants her to be,
just where he expects her to be,
ready for the next step.

Sometimes he leads her into dizzying spins,
or breathless flips,
in that moment,
she doesn't know where she is,
or where he is,
but can trust that he knows exactly where they are,
and will bring her out,
on time,
in perfect step with him again.

There are times when he will travel backwards,
and she has a glimpse of where they are going,
she can see what lies ahead,
and then suddenly a reverse,
and she sees nothing but him,
and where they have already passed
and must travel blind to the new direction.
The music is loud,
the light is dim,
her senses aren't sufficient to navigate
he is her guide,
and on him alone she must focus.

To dance,
is to allow myself to be guided.
In the word “Guidance”,
the “G” can represent God,
followed by “U” and “I.”
God, you and I dance.
Funny thing about dancing,
with the right partner,
I don't even have to like the song
to enjoy the dance...

Just as in dancing,
as I am willing to follow another’s lead,
I yield myself to God’s will.
His gentle guidance,
and my total surrender,
will help me transcend any circumstance in life
with the joy experienced in dancing with the perfect partner.


A friend gave the beginnings of this to me...and I absolutely loved it (Thank You for the inspiration, Dani...I took a few liberties with it...a lot of liberties :) and made it my own...)

The animals are almost all sold...winter is here. So much in my life has changed...
I have been led gently along a new path, remembering who I was, and becoming the new person God would have me to be. Along the way, I have rediscovered dancing. Before I married, I was a ballroom dance instructor and a competitive dancer. For fifteen years, I have not danced. I stopped listening to the music that made me long to dance. But God is playing a new song...and He has invited me to dance. The song is unfamiliar, and I'm not even sure whether I like it - or not. One thing I do know, I still love to dance, and there is joy in dancing with the Perfect Partner.

You have turned my mourning into joyful dancing.
You have taken away my clothes of mourning
and clothed me with joy,
that I might sing praises to you and not be silent.
O Lord my God, I will give you thanks forever! Psalm 30:11,12

What is written to me...

I don’t know what brings a person to want to know what is in the mind of another. Many of you have come to this blog because you enjoy the stories of sheep and rural life. Some have been entertained, others inspired. I didn’t want these writings to be intimate. I felt protected as long as I could write about sheep – or something outside of me. And now I feel compelled to continue writing, without the veil of my sheep. I feel vulnerable. Because everything is changing. The farm will be no more. Or at least, no longer as I knew it.

Beginning today – I am the sheep. He is my Shepherd. I will understand if for some, if this intimacy means parting ways, and wish you well on your journey. May you continue to find your heart’s desire, and may you always have a voice to guide you. For those that choose to stay…I hope you find something of value in my experience that speaks to your heart.

Shepherding has made me a different person. Not only have I learned what it is to be a shepherd, I have learned what it is to have a Shepherd. That there is no life without one. So many can learn from the text, but not me. I have always needed to take the field trip, the rugged path…with God, my patient guide, the hand that holds tightly to mine as I trip along beside Him. He is my Shepherd. If you could see me, you would see scraped knees, torn shirt sleeves and a lot of dust to mark the journey I have taken to be where I am. You would know that there are many times along the way that I have been carried as a lamb in His arms, because I lacked the strength to walk alone. This faith was not gained from a moral story, this is not book knowledge.

Many who live outside of faith are under the false impression that faith brings an absence of suffering - that knowing what is good and right somehow protects us from what is bad or wrong. It doesn’t. In fact, the knowledge of how things should be makes us suffer more when they aren’t. What faith does is give us hope and comfort in suffering. We know that whatever pain we suffer is not unbearable, because we do not bear it alone. We are sustained by hope, and promises that are not of this world, and so cannot be taken from us.

My farm and my sheep have been my peace, my fulfillment, despite my personal circumstances. A substitute for what should have been. A gift from a loving God to my hurting heart. In my personal life there are issues of abandonment, rejection, betrayal, neglect and abuse. In caring for my sheep, I have learned how tenderly God has cared for me, and ministered to me regardless of what appeared to be happening. He did this to bring me to this point where seasons change. In the seasons of the shepherd, the barn is stripped clean in the summer; new life is conceived in the fall; winter shelters, as that new life takes shape in hidden places growing within another; and in the spring, a new life is born into the freedom of itself. The seasons are no longer my farm. They are me.

The farm and all of my animals are for sale. My family is dividing. It feels like I am losing everything that I have held on to…at the hands of the one who hurt me. It appears that it won’t end until all is destroyed. Despite the appearances, in my heart I know that though this may be the reality I am facing, it is not the truth. What I hold in my heart cannot be destroyed. Either I do, or I don’t trust God. This is not His Promised Land. This is captivity. Why would I cling to what I have, and miss what He has for me? Has He ever been anything but good to me? In this world we see a shadow of things to come. We experience pain and loss, but through them He reveals the fulfillment of His promises, the goodness of His love. And has He not lovingly prepared me for this moment? As I look back over the blogs, I can see His hands of love…his writing on my heart…His strength for this moment in time.

I can’t say I have ever enjoyed writing these blogs. Quite the contrary. Each represents a personal struggle within me to grasp a truth, an insight, or a teaching from the heart of God. Many struggles have gone unwritten…too difficult to put into words. My shepherding experience has transformed me. It has drawn me closer to the heart of God than anything in life I have ever experienced. I am grateful. Looking back, each of these blogs is prophetic. Each one holds a truth that sustains me now, that has shaped me into the person I am today, preparing me for the path ahead.

Glancing through the things I had written, I was amazed at what struck me afresh…as though I hadn’t written them, but that they had been written to me.

I started where I began to write…

First Lamb of 2008: In the poem of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow…that grief must have its way…

Good Morning to Ewe: being reminded that God is with me wherever I am…and that as great as my concern is for my sheep…God’s concern for me is greater.

A New Generation: sometimes the thing we need to do is the very thing we don’t want to do. The Shepherd is there in those times, to help and guide us.

Transitions: I have come to know that the Shepherd is at work on my behalf in ways I cannot see…that nothing I experience is unnoticed by Him, and all is filtered through His hands of love for me…transition is the most dangerous time…it must occur slowly…according to my condition and not my desire…I want to move forward…but the timing is not up to me…A Good Shepherd protects the me from myself…sets limits…fighting against those limits is fighting against the protection that sustains me.

New Life: in times of struggle, what is needed most is hope…there is justice in this world, but we don’t always understand it…vengeance does not lessen your suffering, it increases the suffering in the world…I wish I didn’t have to let go…there is nothing we can hold on earth…when we let go, God takes hold…we can trust Him

Brooding: am I brooding over pointless pursuits? …if it has no promise of life…it must be let go…

Blood Brothers: conflict and pain do not imply the absence of the Shepherd…sometimes they are necessary to establish right position…

Notso: I need to recognize when enough is enough…some things are beyond my control…and some things die

What is Best: my life was not meant to be out of balance…when one thing dominates, other things suffer…what is good can choke out what is best…when we refuse to choose, we are only a half-hearted servant of the cause…we need to have enough courage to choose…we need empty places to grow…

Feed My Sheep: I feel called out from my flock into His…to minister to His flock as tenderly and wholly as I did mine…

Sheep Shells: the things we cling to in this life are a hindrance, and in order to experience the life we’re intended to live, in freedom, we must let them go…in that particular blog, I was referring to sin – but now I see it so much larger. It isn’t just sin and shame we cling to - we cling to our identities, our possessions…things of no lasting significance…I found myself in trying circumstances…reduced to the most pathetic conditions…having forgotten completely what it felt like to move freely…and holding on…choking, but not wanting to submit to the change that would release me…

Redemption: lives can be transformed…brokenness can become a blessing in the lives of others…

Flock Mentality: I am the sheep that remains faithful…in pleasure and pain…finding comfort and security in the presence Shepherd alone

What sees me through? He does. It says in Scripture:

“For I know the plans I have for you,” says the LORD, “ They are plans for good and not for disaster, to give you a future and a hope.” Jeremiah 29:11

God will wipe away every tear from their eyes; and death shall be no more, neither shall there be anguish nor grief nor pain, for the old conditions and the old order of things have passed away. Revelation 21:4

Revelation is a book of prophecy…promises for the future…if in this world we see a shadow of things to come, surely He is revealing this promise even now…in my life, in these circumstances. If one day He can remove all sorrow, He can remove this sorrow…but even if He doesn’t, he has promised me good. And I will remain faithful.

Following up...

I have had quite a response to the four types of sheep blog, and have really enjoyed them! Thank you for sharing with me...Something in me says I need to revisit that blog...Many have said they are a "mix" or that they stray...I need to say as far as being a straying sheep...it is the nature of sheep. They are easily distracted. The Shepherd knows it, and loves them despite themselves. Regardless of the mess they find themselves in, He always takes them back, lovingly, though sometimes with consequences - not necessarily imposed by the Shepherd...just the hazards of straying. I can admit that I am a hedonist by nature...but remind myself daily that I choose to be faithful...Don't think it ever just is, that we arrive...it is a constant choice to follow, and an inevitable struggle.

When we look at ourselves through the eyes of the world, we shame and condemn ourselves because we have not arrived. We must understand that the choice to be faithful is not second nature. We must never forget than in Him there is no condemnation...

I can't thank you enough for all of the encouragement. I am feeling stronger. The most beautiful part of the entire thing (illness) is the joy that I have felt, regardless of the circumstances, in the unknown...which was certainly my Spirit being buoyed by prayer! I send my heartfelt thanks to all who have been concerned...

Flock Mentality

While it would seem that sheep are shepherded as a flock, nothing could be further from the truth. Within the flock are distinct personalities…each sheep is unique, with its own set of challenges to the shepherd. Over time, I have come to notice four broad categories of sheep in my personal flock.

There are the sheep that refuse to draw near…no amount of enticement will bring them in. These are the “lost sheep,” the ones that would remain outside of the fold at night, given the chance. They need to be sought and driven to safety. Despite my best efforts, they have difficulty trusting that my care is altruistic, preferring to rely on their own instincts. The want no good thing if it threatens their independence. They are the fringe observers. Feeling no security, their fear leaves them exposed. Sadly, these are the sheep that are most nervous, worried, stressed and prone to panic. The world to them is suspect, there is no safe harbor, and no rest.

Other sheep in my flock can be lured to approach if the benefit is too strong to resist. These are my hedonists. Molasses, corn, oats and barley (called “wet cob”) is their weakness. They are captivated by the rattle of a coffee can. It makes no difference who holds the can – or where they are led by the can – only that they taste the reward. These sheep are drawn by greed and desire. There is no relationship between them and the bearer of the can, no concern about the intent – good or evil – as long as their desire is met. These sheep are so easily ensnared…they will come just as eagerly to a can of rattling rocks as they do cob. They are not sensitive enough to discern the difference until they are manipulated and deceived. Their appetites are never fully satisfied, and so they are controlled by them.

Then there are the obedient sheep. They are content to be distant from me, doing whatever they please unless they are asked to do otherwise. There is no real relationship between us. They exist as confident members of the flock, complacent, believing that unless they are told otherwise, all is well. They live their lives independent of me, resigned, unless I call them near. They respond dutifully to a voice familiar, assured that they are particularly wanted. They know that the shepherd is good. Their chief desire is approval, and will follow their own way unless a demand is made and approval is guaranteed.

Lastly, the faithful. These are the sheep that have no other desire than to be in my presence. They are confident that all of their needs will be satisfied by me. They are ever-watchful for my appearance. It matters little, my purpose in the barn or pasture – wherever I am and whatever I am doing, they desire my companionship. Regardless of the circumstances or experience, they have complete confidence in my affection towards them. They seek a relationship. Whether I pat them or praise them, or simply go about my business, they are content to be with me. These are my fearless sheep. They go about their days in quiet assurance and peace. They seek nothing for themselves, confident in the provision made for them.

Of course, I love all of my sheep, whether they frustrate or flatter me. I make every effort to reassure the frightened ones, to satisfy the greedy ones, and to approve the obedient ones. But my joy is the faithful ones.

A few years ago, I was in a Bible study with the topic of “Experiencing God.” It was a good study, though I found it difficult to commit to. I was drawn away by my responsibilities during lambing…and to be honest, complete distraction. I didn’t find the study engaging, as I experience God in everything that I do. The question that nettled me was how God was experiencing me…

I have an affinity for Bible verses that reference sheep, and shepherding, “Sheep Theology.” When the text was written, readers were well-acquainted with sheep. Today, much of the meaning is lost, as shepherding is no longer a common pursuit. For me, any reference to sheep or shepherding speaks volumes, and gives an intimacy to my understanding of a passage that no other explanation could.

A particular favorite is Psalm 100:3-5 (NIV):
Know that the LORD is God.
It is he who made us, and we are his;
we are his people, the sheep of his pasture.

Knowing how sheep are, the question begs to be answered…
Which sheep am I?
How does God experience me?

For the lost, rest assured that you are sought after.

Luke 15:4-7 "Suppose one of you has a hundred sheep and loses one of them. Does he not leave the ninety-nine in the open country and go after the lost sheep until he finds it? And when he finds it, he joyfully puts it on his shoulders and goes home. Then he calls his friends and neighbors together and says, 'Rejoice with me; I have found my lost sheep.' I tell you that in the same way there will be more rejoicing in heaven over one sinner who repents than over ninety-nine righteous persons who do not need to repent.
2 Peter 3:9 "The Lord is not slow in keeping his promise, as some understand slowness. He is patient with you, not wanting anyone to perish, but everyone to come to repentance."

For the hedonist, there is a way to find satisfaction.

John 4:14 "Jesus said to them, "I am the bread of life. He who comes to Me shall never hunger, and he who believes in Me shall never thirst."

And the obedient, you can cease striving. You have been approved.

Ephesians 2:8,9 "For it is by grace you have been saved, through faith—and this not from yourselves, it is the gift of God—not by works, so that no one can boast."

If you long to be among the faithful, pursue Him.

Hebrews 11:5-7 "And it is impossible to please God without faith. Anyone who wants to come to him must believe that God exists and that he rewards those who sincerely seek him."

Regardless of which sheep you find yourself to be, there is a Shepherd who cares for you, that loves you tenderly, and seeks the highest and best for you. He wants to keep you in the safety of His fold, calm your fear and satisfy your heart. Will you allow Him to?

Feed My Sheep

Over the last few weeks, I have learned firsthand the intimacy and urgency of the request “If you love me…feed my sheep” made by Jesus to his disciple, Peter, in the Gospels of Matthew and John. Circumstances of health have left me unable to watch over my flock for a time, and I have had to entrust them to another’s care.

To one who is not a shepherd, “Feed my sheep” seems like a simple request to make sure their stomachs are full…but it is so much more. The significance of this humble request is more explicitly revealed in Ezekiel, chapter 34. Feeding sheep entails: caring for the weak, binding the wounded, seeking the lost, protecting them, defending them, assuring their peace of mind, visiting them, watching over them, guiding them, folding them (keeping the flock together) and managing them with tenderness and kindness. You see, “feeding” does not just mean to satisfy their physical hunger – but all of their needs. To meet all of their needs, you must know them, intimately.

Feeding sheep cannot be accomplished as a daily chore – it is an ongoing labor of love. In John, chapter 10 verse 13, Jesus said that a hired man has no concern for the sheep; he will abandon them when he sees a wolf approach. By contrast, the good shepherd will lay down his life for them. In biblical days, a shepherd was usually the youngest of the household, and the sheep did not belong to him. He shepherded out of love, loyalty and obedience to his father. How well he fulfilled this duty was a measure of his integrity, and determined the survival and success of his family. Shepherding was not a casual task, it was a sacred trust.

What would make sheep so valuable that a shepherd would give his life for them? In the Old Testament, sheep were not only a family’s sustenance, their source of food, milk and clothing, but of means of reconciliation with God through sacrifice. A sheep provided for both their physical and spiritual needs.

Since sheep have no means of defending themselves, a shepherd is responsible for them day and night. Though equipped with a rod, the most important aspect of his success was intimate acquaintance – love. The shepherd knows his sheep, and the sheep know him. They will not follow a stranger. How many times do we miss the key word in that passage? “Follow.” A shepherd doesn’t drive his sheep. A dog drives sheep. A shepherd calls sheep – and recognizing his voice - they follow. A rod requires contact with an individual sheep (or predator) where a voice can carry across the distance to move an entire flock away from danger. A stranger simply cannot step in and fill the shepherd’s role without becoming as familiar to the sheep as the shepherd. You cannot shepherd without love and trust.

Yesterday I was able to visit my sheep. Though they had food to eat, they were starving. They were hungry for my voice, my touch, my concern, my leading. Having a stranger meet their physical needs had not satisfied them. I realized that asking someone to feed my sheep in my absence is asking them to love my sheep as I love them…to be not the person they are, but who I am for my flock.

It gives me great pause to consider that in first epistle of Peter, chapter 5 verse 2, we are told to “Care for the flock of God entrusted to (us). Watch over it willingly, not grudgingly – not for what (we) will get out of it, but because we are eager to serve God…so that when the head Shepherd returns…”

I have not just been given my flock to care for in this life, but I have been entrusted to feed my Father's sheep.

For the people placed around me, how accurate of a reflection am I of Christ and his care for them? Will I have been a stranger or a shepherd in his absence? If the head Shepherd were to return to his flock, would he find his sheep scattered and hungry?

“Feed my sheep.” It seems like a humble request…but it is a sacred trust, far more demanding and noble than we imagine, and impossible to do without surrendering ourselves and conforming to his likeness...Do we love him enough?

Feed My Sheep
by David Humpal

I would give my all to God
My life is in God’s hands
I would do a mighty work
Across the foreign lands
But God gently said to me
Feed my lambs

If God asked to give to him
My wealth or riches deep
I’d obey his every wish
Each promise I would keep
But God calmly said to me
Tend my sheep

Every mountain I would climb
However high or steep
Every canyon I would cross
However wide or deep
But God softly said to me
Feed my sheep


Your prayers during this time would be greatly appreciated. Of course a return to health would be a blessing, but however he chooses to glorify Himself in my life, I would pray to be His humble servant.

Redemption

There are many seasons on the farm – some more picturesque and romantic than others. If asked to describe a farm, what comes to your mind?
Is it a spring scene with the fields newly planted, frolicking baby animals, and green splendor? Or do you see the culmination at harvest with the hay, fresh-mown and baled in the fields, trees laden with fruit and a lush garden with bountiful produce? Very few people picture what happens between the spring and harvest. Labor. Building, preparing, repairing. It is neither picturesque nor romantic. It is dirty and exhausting, and in the case of the task at hand – aromatic – in the worst way.

This week I stripped the barn. As the shepherd, the task falls to me. No one else will even come near. There is not one member of my family, nor a person for hire willing to lend a hand. To stand in the barn before the work begins, you would be oblivious to what lies beneath the soft, sweet-smelling straw. A few inches below the surface the litter has begun to decompose…a few inches below that, it is fully rancid. During the coldest months, the heat from the decomposition keeps the floor of the barn warm for the sheep, but in the summer, the same heat becomes unbearable. Stripping the barn removes between twelve and eighteen inches of the most pungent, putrid filth - the stench is so rank it defies description or imagination - to the cool, sweet soil beneath.

I stood leaning on the pitchfork, overwhelmed and weak from the odor. I asked God for another metaphor to distract me enough to get me through it. Something beyond the role of the Shepherd, and unconditional love, that would raise mucking manure in the sweltering July heat to a sublime meditation. God is faithful to instruct…

Why was I doing what I was doing? For the love of the sheep, to give them a reprieve from the heat, and prepare the barn for winter…No. Beyond that. Beyond the sheep, beyond the barn, beyond the stink. What am I holding? See it not for what it was – manure - or what it is – rot…but what will it be when it is finished? At this point I clearly saw the transformed and finished product – the compost heap. In the end this offensive rot becomes the harvest. There could be no harvest without it…the crop would starve. In the depths, in the undisturbed dark of the barn it is rot. To apply it directly to something green and growing would kill the plant – it is too “hot”. But if it is brought to light and exposed, turned and exposed, it is transformed to one of the most life-giving substances on earth – fertile compost – rich soil - tilth. What was filth and decay is redeemed.

Like the floor of the barn, our outward appearance is little indication of what lies beneath. And what lies beneath is decay, which leads to death. It can be transformed to something life-giving! Christ is able to redeem even our worst attributes – our greatest failures - those that permeate us to the core with filth and shame, when we turn to him in faith. Allowing that transformation is hard. It means surrendering to light that which has been hidden in darkness. But our transformation can bring nourishment rather than rot. When we are so broken we allow ourselves to be changed –that very brokenness becomes a blessing in the lives around us. There is no greater witness to redemption than a transformed life.

There are so many scriptural references that can be used here, but I like Ephesians 5:1-20 and these verses in particular...

"For though your hearts were once full of darkness, now you are full of light from the Lord, and your behavior should show it! For this light within you produces only what is good and right and true..." Ephesians 5:8,9