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Staying Grounded

Image      I spent my morning “earthing”. Haven’t heard of it? It’s the idea that the earth is negatively charged and when we are in direct contact with it, bare feet, bare hands in the soil, it neutralizes our positively charged bodies. So many in our modern culture are never in direct contact with the earth. Shoes, sidewalks, gardening gloves. The more I think about it the more it makes sense. My boys spend at least a part of every day climbing trees, digging in dirt, and they are seldom sick and (almost) always happy! My kids love this idea,”See, Mom, who needs shoes?” Now I can attest, everything I’ve read about it must be true……

Today I worked in the good old dirt. Baby Lucy slept in her stroller nearby. The other kids were by turns painting salamanders in their nature notebooks. Kindly modeled by the few they caught yesterday afternoon. My oldest son worked along side me. I love how he uses the shovel, like a little man. He loves to shovel. Turning the garden soil. Asking if he can have “a bit o’earth” for a salsa garden this year. He helps me prune the apple trees then wanders away.

The sun is warm on my face. My small flock of backyard chickens makes their contented little noises. There is a small creek that runs between our lot and that of our neighbors, it sings it’s water song as it meanders it’s way along. All the stress and troubles drift away and my thoughts are pleasant ones. I love my “bit o’earth”. I love my faithful tulips and hyacinths and the hopeful purple-red phlox shoots that are there waiting for me to discover them on spring days like today.  I love my good old chives with their delicate oniony smell. They make me think of tender baby potatoes and butter. I even love the black berries that valiantly try to take over my gardens every spring. My neighbor just doesn’t get why I don’t buy some Round Up and get rid of them once and for all. He already think I’m a little crazy, seven kids, homeschooling, chickens…….so I won’t tell him that I like my yearly battle with the black berries. It makes me feel like an over-comer to go out there with leather gloves and clippers and fill the wheelbarrow with brambles a few times. It helps me remember that I am strong ’cause sometimes I forget.

When my hands are in the soil and the sun is warm on my body sometimes I experience perfect complete contentment. Like this morning, and I breathe in deep and I feel it in my whole being. My heart is full of praise because I know that the creator of the whole universe has extended his grace to me. I lift my face to the sun. I am so happy. I am standing in His presence, on His good earth, and He has washed all my sins away and made me as white as snow.

“Therefore if any (girl) be in Christ, she is a new creature: old things are passed away: behold, all things are new, And all things are of God, who hath reconciled us to Himself by Jesus Christ, and has given us the ministry of reconciliation. To wit, that God was in Christ, reconciling the world unto Himself, not imputing their trespasses unto them; and hath committed unto us the word of reconciliation. Now then we are ambassadors for Christ; as though God did beseech you by us: we pray you in Christ’s stead, be reconciled to God! For He hath made Him sin who knew no sin: that we might be made the righteousness of God in Him.” 2 Cor 5:17-21Image