I was digging in the West Texas red clay searching for the perfect ingredient for my mud pie. All of a sudden the dirt was black. Billy, as you know is my older brother, screamed in my ear, “It’s the devil!” He took off running, me following his trail of dust. “What’s the matter?” Mom said. Tripping over my words I managed to say, “The devil, the devil is coming!” Billy’s belly laugh filled the room. “Billy Fred what have you done to your sister this time?” “Oh mom, it was a clump of black dirt, she is such a baby.
As I cried into her waist, Mom reassured me it wasn’t the devil.
Post mud pie days I realized the devil does hide and sometimes stays hidden in the chambers of our heart. One must burrow to eradicate this clump of blackness and immediately cultivate the void with Gods’ words.
“Red clay is described as subsoil, and is found where true topsoil has eroded, Poor agricultural practices have contributed to its prevalence,” the definition reads. This is the awesome part, after appropriate tilling, soil amendments and aeration, and with appropriate measures to water frequently during dry weather, red clay soils can support impressive gardens.
Isn’t that the way God works? He lets you come face to face with blackness and it is up to you to claim it and remove it. If allowed God will water your soul and replace the blackness for light and your garden will bloom.
I hope you have family and friends that will scream in your ear, “Run, It’s the Devil!”
The Lord is my light and my salvation; whom shall I fear? The Lord is the defense of my life’ of whom shall I be afraid” Psalm 27:1
Me and my brothers, Billy is the one I have my arm around. He did protect me many times as a child and now I am repaying him by being his care giver, a brother-sister bond never ends. Our oldest brother went to be with the Lord many years ago.