There’s a 16 x 20 foot patch of dirt in my backyard that will never win any awards for beauty. It’s ordinary. Rather ugly even. Yet, every year from this plain, ordinary, brown patch of dirt– beauty grows. Not just beauty in the form of plants and blooms – but food that sustains us. Squash, peppers, tomatoes. From a patch of ordinary brown grows yellow and green and red fruits of life. Sweet strawberries and spicy horseradish.
Beauty grows from Ordinary.
I grumble to my husband that my life feels to mundane and routine. So ordinary. I get frustrated by days filled with dishes and laundry and driving. Only to do it all again the next day. I grumble that I’m so much smarter than what my tasks imply. He wisely warns me that I need to be careful not to become bitter, that I have a choice to make.
A choice to allow beauty to grow from ordinary.
And it’s not just dishes and laundry and vacuuming. It’s the beauty of caring for my family. It’s the beauty of loving them and being there for them. Of helping with homework to grow strong and wise children. It’s the beauty of offering grace in the middle of their messes.
While it all looks so plain and brown, we’re planting seeds and growing a rainbow of fruit.
Love. Joy. Peace. Patience. Kindness. Gentleness. Self-Control.
From the ordinary can grow the fruits of the Spirit.
But I have a choice. Do I poison the soil of my soul with frustration and resentment and bitterness?
Or do I fertilize my soul with faith that I’m doing what God has called me to do in this season of life, and that beauty will grow from ordinary?