by juste buzas
Years ago, before I had given my heart to Christ, my life looked like a desert plain where the soil was hardened by the heat of the sun. Through rebellion and strife, I was responsible for the fruitlessness and decay of my life. Even so, God was always there. In His sovereignty, God waited until I came to the end of myself that brought me to my knees.
Kneeling in the desert of my own desolation, unable to stand, parched and spent, I reached out to my loving Father and begged for mercy and escape.
God, in His compassion, met me in the field of my deficiency, stayed with me there in the parched land of my need. It was there that the Lord began teaching me His ways. He showed me my desolate self against the mirror of His abounding holiness. He opened my eyes to my wandering places, exposed my hidden places of hurt and trespass and revealed where my resisted His love.
It was there, dry and broken, that I understood God’s mercy, grace, and forgiveness. It was there that He taught me how to be loved:
“For behold, I am for you and I will turn to you; and you shall be tilled and sown.” (Ezekiel 36:9)
Tilled and sown. Oh! God does not leave us in the desert for long. No. He tills away our sorrow and our sin. He turns our lives over…from old into new. In our willingness for the work of His hand, God is faithful to till and to sow. He plants His Word deep within our hearts. He satisfies our thirst. We become like a newly planted field that is watered by the rain of God’s presence and bathed in the glory of His light. His seed of grace and goodness is planted deep within our hearts, and our lives are adorned with the fruitfulness of His righteousness.