I just came in from my morning walk.
My devotions led me to this.
I’ve been digging potatoes.
I can’t do the whole crop at one time the way I once could.
Now it is a few feet a day.
But I still get a thrill out of it out of all proportion to what you’d think.
There is just something about the mystery of what is down there.
But you just don’t know until you dig.
Sort of like our faith.
There are reservoirs of experience, intelligence, and even resistance that have grown a beautiful plant.
It has flowered and shown some verdant results from all the watering and weeding and wishing.
Then comes the dog days.
Or maybe the nouveau coronavirus.
Perhaps a bit of stress in relationships or distress in the news.
It’s time to dig.
Find out what we’ve got down deep.
My potato crop this year is exceptional.
Those yellow tubers are rolling out of the ground well shaped, blemish free, and plentiful.
Sort of like what I’m seeing in you.
And I’m feasting on the harvest of strength you are discovering.
As our Friend and I were walking along in the early hours we were chatting about how amazing you folks are and how you didn’t know how strong you are until you got to digging deeper. He smiled at me the way he does and said…
“Digging makes you strong.”