Puerto Viejo, Ecuador.
Month 2 of Squadleading for Team Greater Works
Entering into this year, Papa was speaking the word “Cultivate”.
Last Friday morning I experienced the beginning stages of cultivation in the tangible world.
My pick ax hit the rocky surface, dust accumulating in the air around me. For ministry we were clearing the side of the road to build a sidewalk.
I strained my muscles as the pick ax rose and, while my arms released their strength, the metal fell to the ground, loosening the stubborn surface below.
Staring at the dirt, I realized I felt like the ground.
My Loving Father asked me to go deeper by squadleading this year, and with my yes now comes the tilling. The ground I kept from Him he is stepping into to form for Himself.
With every hit of metal against the surface I have the choice to keep saying yes to Him in what He’s doing. Every challenging decision, every moment of letting go, every hard truth I speak out, every time I step out of my comfort, I am allowing Him to shape me for His will.
My shovel crunches against the rocks, scooping up several small stones and a few bigger. Raising the shovel into the air, I dump the contents into a bucket to be tossed away.
In this season He is taking out lies I believed, untruths of myself I was walking.
With every scoop, I am walking into more and more freedom. I have found the lies to be nothing but loose rocks: seemingly solid and stable for use, but when I step on them they slip under my feet.
Now what lies beneath my stance is the truth of who He is and who He has called me to be. My steps are resting on the unmoving ground.
And now the ground is bare, dirt dug up and open.
Whatever you’re doing, Father, Your Will be done.
