Growing your garden of Faith

Growing your garden of Faith

That’s a picture of the corn I’ve planted in my garden.  Every morning I check my garden and work it.  The grass and weeds need hoeing.  I check for damage from the crows, coons and deer.  Some potato beetles are showing up.  Some days it’s too wet.  Some days it’s too dry, too hot, or well, …… you get the picture.  It’s never a perfect day seems like in the garden.  Pests, weather, plain ole bad luck, why bother with a garden you say?  Well, it’s the hope of a crop of good home grown fruits and vegetables.  I’m an optimistic person.  There’s lots of potential.  Even with all the pests.  I’ll grow enough that they can have their share with plenty left over for me as well as others.

Speaking of sharing, that’s the main reason of growing this garden.  Sharing.  Two different ways of sharing.  There is a joy I get from sharing the food from my garden with neighbors.  I get a “kick” out of calling them up and saying “corns ready, or taters are ready, come get you a big ole mess”.  I’ll even carry some food to some folks unable to pick their own.  The idea of sharing good food seems a part of my being.  It’s in my blood.  It’s a reason to grow my garden.

My other reason for sharing is more on a personal level.  My earthly father gets a “kick” out of seeing how my garden is growing.  He’s 85 now.  It’s past his time for hoeing, plowing, pulling weeds, throwing out fertilize.  But it’s not past time for him to get out every day, drive his beat up white Chevrolet pickup to the garden, inspect and supervise how it’s growing.  Usually, we go together to see how things are going.  We both get a “kick” out of this.  He’s there every day.  If it’s raining, or too dry, too hot, or well you get the picture.  He’s always there.

1 Corinthians 13:12-13New International Version (NIV)12 For now we see only a reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known.13 And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.

So, let me encourage you to grow your spiritual garden.  Why bother you say?  With all the spiritual “pests”, worldly forces, evil in this world, plain ole bad luck, what’s the use.  There are two BIG reasons.  Two different ways of sharing.  There is a joy you get from sharing your spiritual food with friends and neighbors.  A harsh reality is this though.  In the spiritual world people sometimes won’t grow their own garden.  Share with them from yours.  Even then, some will use it. Some will abuse it.  Some will refuse it, some will choose it.  No matter their choice, you continue to grow.  Grow your spiritual garden.  Rows of “faith” and “hope” and have a half acre of “LOVE”.  and share…..

The 2nd reason?   Your Heavenly Father gets a “kick” out of watching you grow your garden.  I’m not sure if he drives up everyday in a beat up Chevrolet pickup, but He’s there every day.

My friend, if you don’t feel God’s presence around your everyday life, maybe you’re neglecting your “garden”.  I sense His presence everyday.  How?   By looking, listening, waiting expectantly to hear and see Him.  Shucks, you can even join me in my earthly garden so that we can grow our spiritual garden at the same time.  Bring a hoe.

See Ya!  Dan Ainsworth  wilderness preacher

Spiritual garden rows of Faith ,hope, and acres of Love

Spiritual garden – rows of Faith ,hope, and acres of Love

 

 

 

 

Riding Horses Gives a Different Point of View

a different point of view

Instead of hiking, I’m riding horses with Zach and Jay.  This is a journey with a new way of thinking and a completely different point of view.  Why?  Because I’m riding a new horse.  Ruby, is not even 3 yrs old! Also Ruby is new to me, I’ve never ridden her.  It’s going to take me a little time to see how she responds to me.  Also, it’s going to take a little time to see how I respond to her.  We’ve got to develop a little trust for each other.

This trail is the one that I hike in the early mornings for exercise, for clearing my mind, for being in nature, for time alone with God.  I immediately can tell things are different from all the times I’ve walked on my own feet.  The main difference is that I have a different point of view.  I’m seeing things differently from a few feet higher off the ground, sitting on top of Ruby.  I am aware that there will be no movement in any direction unless Ruby takes me there.

I haven’t ridden a horse in a while.  I wanted to get “back in the saddle” to get the feel again.  (I’m possibly going to be an extra in a movie that may require my riding a horse.  Shhh……. if I make it into the movie you guys will be the first to know.  To be an extra in a movie has been on my bucket list.  I’ll let ya know if it happens.  Now you know why I’m having to grow my beard!)

I’m having a great time with the guys. We are all enjoying the outdoors and the horseback riding.  We do the “guy talk” with each other, you know, gruntin’ about work, hunting, fishing, the ladies, (as if any of us know what we’re talking about). But also I’ve got to admit that I’m nervous.  Well, just my legs and rear end. The legs are clamped on like vice grips.  It’s as if my rear end is covered in Gorilla Glue.  I’m not going to let go!  Seems like I can’t get relaxed because I’m holding on too tight.  I don’t know why.  The horse is acting great.  It’s just me thinking about all those what ifs.  What if she spooks….what if I do something stupid, it makes her jump…. what if…….. well you never know.  I’m not on my own two feet, I’m trusting Ruby’s four feet!

We’ve probably been riding for over an hour when it happened.  No, I didn’t fall off,…… I relaxed.  Just out of the blue Ruby and I became a team.  She was probably glad I took the “clamps” off her rib cage.  I could sense her movements and almost tell what she was thinking.  I was enjoying the view.  It was like I felt her say, “Enjoy the view and the ride, I’ll be carrying you all the way”.

Isaiah 46:4The Message (MSG)3-4 I’ve been carrying you on my back
    from the day you were born,And I’ll keep on carrying you when you’re old.
    I’ll be there, bearing you when you’re old and gray.
    I’ve done it and will keep on doing it, carrying you on my back, saving you.

My horse is carrying me all the way.  We come to the creek where I usually have to go around when I’m walking on my two feet, and cross a log to get to the other side.  Not with Ruby.  She is carrying me over this water.  The other guys are also carried across.  Just like our Lord and Saviour who promises to carry us on His back. We just need to “Let go and Let God”.  Maybe in our spiritual journey we “hang on like vice grips and Gorilla glue”. I guess you are like me and get nervous when you are not on your own two feet, but instead you are letting God carry you.  That’s what was becoming clear to me on this adventure.  My different point of view?  I’m trusting my horse instead of myself!  You see things different when you are being carried by a horse.  Things definitely look different when you are being carried by God.

Jay gave some words of wisdom when he said, “So, if you make it back home without falling off, it’s been a good ride!”  I took a spiritual meaning from that.  When God is carrying you on this journey, stay in touch with Him so that you won’t fall off.

Zach gave me some encouraging words.  “Let’s ride again next week!!”   Sounds good to me.  Let God carry you on lots of spiritual journeys.  Go for it.  Keep riding, letting God carry you.   You’ll see things in a different way.  Ride on!

See Ya!!   Dan Ainsworth  wildernesspreacher

Don’t tell my wife, but I “borrowed” her ATV

 

Didn't go as planned.

Didn’t go as planned.

Hey!  It was just a small outing in between rainy days.  The trail, looked inviting even though there was a “small amount” of mud and slush on the trail.  Funny, but at the time the mud holes only looked a few inches deep with muddy water.  Later, I would realize that there was two more feet of gooky, slimy, mud underneath those couple inches of water.

Oh boy, Now I’ve got to call Staci.  I guess I’ll have to talk her into helping me pull her ATV out with the tractor.  That’s not going to be fun.  It wouldn’t be fun for you either.  First you have to admit to yourself you made a mistake.  That’s hard enough!  But then you’ve got to admit to others (especially the wife) that your decision making skills have been reduced to the abilities of a drunk cowboy. (You may not remember him, This cowboy had been drinking and ran nude through the cactus patch.  As he was being treated at the ER for his injuries, the police asked him why he did this.  He responded, “It seemed like a good idea at the time”.

I’ve got a better idea!  I’ll call my huntin’ buddy.  He brought his 4 wheeler right on over and pulled me out.  That’s what friends are for.  He didn’t laugh at my predicament, well not for too long.  He didn’t make me feel stupid.  Well, he did throw a few zingers about my inferior brand 4 wheeler.  But he also reminded me of when I had pulled him out of a wet field about a year ago.  Hey, I had forgotten about that.  Well, that’s what friends are for.

He pulls me free of the mud.  We both go our own ways.  My way takes me back to the house.   Staci’s 4 wheeler is covered with crappy smelling mud.  So am I.  I’ll just have to go ahead and confess to her of my foolishness and promise to clean up, both me and the 4 wheeler.  I’m dreading the interrogation.  I’m definitely not looking forward to whatever her response will be.  Will I feel stupid?  She may just laugh at me.  Could be a scolding.   Probably though, she’ll just roll her eyes like all the times before.

I tell her of the whole adventure.  Actually, the mud hole has grown as I tell the story.  The version she hears is that the mud hole was over 8 ft deep.  I almost drownded, (that’s worse than drowning), not from my bad decision making, but from saving her ATV from total destruction.  She should feel lucky to be married to me.   That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.

Her response?   She gave me this reply.  “Yea, yea, whatever.  You probably got stuck riding the trail down at the mud hole. The one that only looks a few inches deep.”  Then she remarked, “remember that time I stuck your lawnmower in the mud?”

Why I had forgotten about that!  Now we’re even I guess.  No, I think what she made me realize is that all of us make dumb decisions.  We’re dumb as that drunk cowboy on occasion.  But we are all in this together.  In that brief moment, she somehow lifted my spirits.That’s what friends are for.

Galatians 6 New International Version (NIV) Carry each other’s burdens, and in this way you will fulfill the law of Christ.  We must all remember that on our spiritual journey we are there to help one another.  It may be to pull your friend out of a bog.  It may be to lift someone’s spirit.  True friends will pick and joke with each other about our situations.  But deep down there is that Christian Love.  No matter my inadequate decision making, a fellow Christian is there to carry the load.  That’s what friends are for.  Be that friend!!

(Time out)  I must take this time to tell the whole world how lucky of a man I am.  Why?  Because I am married to my best friend.  Through good and bad, paved paths and mud, Staci has been beside me.  I wanted to share a picture of her that brings back memories.  Why this picture?  Well, that’s what friends are for 😉

Staci Bogged down My Mower!!!

Staci Bogged down My Mower!!!