07/11/2026
As I walk and run across the earth I realize, I am the dirt. Hard, gritty and black, but within me are nutrients that produce life. When God rains down His life-giving water on me, I bring forth life sustaining vegetation. Within me are the necessities for life. When a small seed falls into me, it can become great and mighty as an redwood as it reaches for the sky. As hard as I am, the weakest, tiniest blade can burst through me and live, grow and thrive.
I am dirt, yet God bent down, got His hands dirty and scooped me up to produce me. From dirt I came and dirt I am. Jesus, as you walked across me the hem of your robe became dusty and dirty. Yet, when a woman touched Your garment, healing flowed from You, through Your spirit, out of Your soul, through the dirty, dusty garment into her body. God's people found them standing in front of an impossible obstacle, fearful and unsure, in front of the Red Sea when the waters parted and there, I was, dirt. A path of dry ground for them to walk across into their freedom. I am dirt. I have soaked up the blood of your mightiest warriors in battles they have lost. But when Issac and his servants dug down deep into me, they discovered life sustaining spring water.
I am dirt, pick me up, smell me and give thanks, for you hold in your hands life. Toss me in the air and I will show you which way to go. I was there at the beginning. now and will be. I am dirt!
