There's work to be done

The vegetable garden sits neglected in the back corner of our yard. Weeds have come up and the ground is hard and cracked.

Recently I decided enough was enough. I began pulling up many of the weeds by hand. While it began to look considerably better, I still knew there was more to do. I intended to do some tilling. I wanted to give the garden a chance to soak up the rain it would receive, rather than having it run off the compacted soil.

I threw the corner of my hoe into the soil with each swing and tugged it back toward me. My body shook each time the hoe connected with the ground. The surface was more like concrete than soil. It was tough work. Many times I wanted to quit, but when I stood up and leaned on the hoe to survey my work, I couldn't walk away. The completed parts looked so good and the rest of the garden looked...well...not so good.

This morning I'm sitting at Caribou Coffee. An early morning at church for Zac and a morning of quiet time for me. I brought my Bible, prayer journal, and a devotional book I've been working through since January.

My prayer time has not been great these days. I desire to spend time each morning reading my Bible and praying, but there's always something that comes up that I choose to do instead. The garden of my faith has become hard and cracked on the surface. The soil has not been prepped to receive nourishment and grow. I've been dormant, merely letting faith related things fall on me and not doing any work myself. I need to change. I say that I want to know God more, but my actions suggest otherwise.

So, where to go from here? I don't know, but I want to figure it out. I don't want the day to come where I meet God and say, "Yeah, I always wanted to know you more, but I just didn't get around to it."