Grass


Having washed away most of the fruits of very hard labor and expense, the flood this year wreaked havoc upon on the newly planted bermuda in our paddock area at the Trails. The paddock sets at an incline anyway, and the water from the rain ferociously beat the rooted bermuda from its foundation until there were only remnants left. Most of the groups and people that New Life Trails serves visit only the paddock area.  We wanted it to be smooth, green and plush for the young, older, disabled, and disheartened. So it was with great enthusiasm that we planted the bermuda strips in the fall funded by a precious donor. After the flooding it was with a weakened heart and spirit that I observed the destruction. 
     I couldn’t help but think of the analogy.  As a response to living in a fallen world, we are beaten and battered by life’s circumstances. We are enveloped by sickness, death, financial hardships, addictions, broken relationships, ect… Interestingly, these are ones that God has called New Life Trails to minister to.  So much of the mission of New Life Trails is it’s story. Now the vision, the hope, the storm, and the redemption of the grass becomes one more page for God to use in breathing life into those He brings to the Trails. And as I faithfully water “those remnants,” I focus on what is left, not what is lost with thanksgiving, just like the precious ones that He has called us to.The Spirit of the Lord GOD is upon me; because the LORD hath anointed me to preach good tidings unto the meek; he hath sent me to bind up the brokenhearted, to proclaim liberty to the captives, and the opening of the prison to them that are bound; Isaiah 61:11