During the holidays, I often wake up with a heaviness that I have to fight off throughout the day.
After crying out to God, I went to sleep and dreamt of me teaching a group of people about compost. When I woke up I asked the Lord in my journal time to tell me more about compost. This is what I got:
A field without compost will become a dry and barren land with the passing of time. Just as there is a season to seed and plant, there is a time to lay down the compost. When your faith has run dry and your passion has dulled, this is usually a sign that it is time to compost.
Composting requires pulling out all the dead vegetation and manure, things that are smelly, rotten, decaying and useless to the naked eye. But, hidden within are the nutrients that make good soil. From the rotten emerges new life.
When things feel stagnant, ask me if it’s compost season and I will bring to your mind and heart rotten and dead things that need to come to the surface so they can be repurposed for your good and my glory.
Many of my children refuse to unearth the rot they wish to leave behind but it never goes away, it just gets buried deeper, preventing healing that could be complete. Yield this painful process to me. Bring the dung to the surface. Let it aerate in the Son allowing my glory to change what once held you back and down.
When you give it to me, I will repurpose every vile thing sent to destroy you. I will use THAT to nourish and feed others. For good soil produces healthy harvests and dead soil has nothing good to give.
