So my summer job once again pulls out a brilliant comedic moment,
a couple of months ago i realized that rich black dirt is very appealing for some odd reason. whenever we go and pull out the old and put new black rich dirt in people sit there and compliment it, ask what kind it is, marvel at it, continue to marvel at it, did i mention basically obsess over it? haha its the funniest thing. and one guy came up complimented how nice it was and actually asked if you can get it in tennessee (are you serious) he was a landscaper over there and was here on vacation but my thought was “bro do i look like i live in tennessee?”
All this got me thinking though how people will marvel at black dirt and usually will ooh and ahhh over it and never see the finished product or atleast we aren’t there to hear what they think of that. there are two quick life lessons i wanna point out here
1. People will always see your flaws (back dirt) and trust me they will point it out stop and stare (sorry one republic don’t sue) and they will def. talk about them. and usually they won’t be there when all of it is cleaned up and there is a beautiful finished product (life is together and something good came from the bad).
2. Black dirt is the foundation that we lay for the plants and flowers. without it they wouldn’t grow as well. i’m not encouraging mistakes but let’s face it we are human and no one (except my man jesus) is perfect. We make mistakes and they can be black and ugly as dirt but they often hold some ingredient that shapes who we become, we grow from it, we rise above it and it stays somewhere in our foundation (the things we’ve learned).
3. People see what you don’t, sometimes people marvel and ooh and ahhhh at your black dirt because they know that after all is said and done something beautiful and marvelous is going to come from all of it. in other words they see your potential and see the greatness that awaits to grow out of the muck.
God takes everything even the bad and makes it work for his glory, no matter what we’ve done or where we are it’s never to late to turn back into his arms.