It Is Well
Genesis 1:29 -- "Then God said, 'Look! I have given you every seed-bearing plant throughout the earth and all the fruit trees for your food.' "
In the heat, the bright, the lazy glow of sunlight I reach down into the earth and feel the warm moisture on my finger tips. Dirt collects under my finger nails and I can smell rain coming. It feels good.

In my lap were several pouches of colorful seeds and beans. It amazed me that I could put these tiny little things in the ground and out would come food. I couldn't help but be reminded of the many ways God provides for us.
We were working on F.A.I.T.H gardens. [Food Always In The Home]. Part of a program to help Filipino nationals feed their families - acting out the old adage "give a man a fish, he'll eat for a day....TEACH a man to fish, he'll eat for a lifetime." After watering the turned earth that cradled my row of freshly planted corn I stood and stretched, dirt stains on my knees and mud on my sneakers. I felt renewed. There is just something about getting your hands dirty in the abundance of God that makes the soul relax and smile.
I picked up a piece of raw sugar cane [purchased from the market, I think] and started chewing the juice from the fibers as I headed over to milk the goats. It Is Well With My Soul played in my head and I realized that it really, really WAS well with my soul. What a precious gift God gave us when he said in Genesis, "I have given you every seed-bearing plant for your food." I remain in awe of Him.
Meandering through the produce isle at Whole Foods - it's difficult sometimes for me to remember the smell of the earth, the goats, the rain on freshly tilled soil and I know I take for granted the beauty in the way God provides for us. It's so easy, now. All I have to do is run to the grocery store and fill up my Eco-friendly reusable bags, get them home, follow a few recipes and viola!....dinner!
But today, I remember. I can imagine the sun beating down on my neck and shoulders, soft earth beneath my knees and earthworms scurrying to get out of the way. I remember the goats whining and the cows chewing endlessly on green, green grass. I remember the pigs as big as VW beetles and my laughter when all the piglets dove in to nurse at the same time. I remember Aunt Linda Dillworth and think of the box of Christmas Tree ornaments I keep in the garage - full of a wonderful assortment of little decorations that she gave each M.K. every single year just before Christmas. And I am reminded....it is well. It is well with my soul.
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