I love avocados! Even when I was young, I loved avocados.
One day
I decided to plant the pit of one of my avocados. I was surprised at how
huge it was. All I needed was a large pot with soil, and every day I
would water the pot filled with soil. At one time my mom wondered what I
was doing: "Why are you watering dirt?" She asked. I can imagine how
silly I looked when I poured water into an empty pot. However, in this
dirt was a huge avocado pit. This is what motivated me to water this
pot.
For days I saw no results. Still I knew without doubt, even
though I had never planted an avocado pit before, that this pit would
eventually sprout, as long as I watered it regularly and offered it a
lot of light. This is faith! Once this miracle happened, I was excited
and it motivated me to plant different seeds as an experience. It was
fun. Even the tiniest seeds would sprout. Wow!
Some say that
faith is worthless and has no place in life. I guess these people have
never planted seeds. A tiny grain buried in soil sprouts and grows into
a huge plant. Isn't this the miracle of life? And the more we experience
our Heavenly Father, the more our faith grows. As we trust Him, we too
can see our seeds of the unseen sprout up and fulfill their promise.
Faith is staring with wide-open eyes that are focused on our Heavenly
Father, knowing that He will never ever disappoint us.
"God's
kingdom is like a pine nut that a farmer plants. It is quite small as
seeds go, but in the course of years it grows into a huge pine tree, and
eagles build nests in it." Matthew 13:31-32 (MSG)
By faith we
learn to trust our Father. The more we depend on Him, the more we
experience Him, day in and day out. It keeps on growing!
While we
were in las Medulas in Spain (Ancient Romans used these mountains to
flush out gold, and they were, apparently, quite successful), we had a
choice to make. Either take one of the two long ways (2.5 km or 3 km),
or the .5 km way. We thought the indicator for the short way pointed up
the mountain, and we took off in that direction, making our way up a
steep, slippery trail. We were wrong. The indicator didn't point that
way at all, and when we saw we were going nowhere, my wife, who is a
mountain goat, decided to explore a bit further.
I was close to
the top of one of the Medulas and sat down on the pebbled path. Because
I'm not a mountain goat, I began to wonder how we would ever get down
that mountain. It's then that I felt deep peace from my Heavenly Father
filling me. He told me all would be okay and that my wife would be my
guide to safer ground. Five minutes later, she returned, and indeed, she
brought me back to terra ferma. As we started down, I was amazed at how
steep our path really was; but I wasn't concerned. My Father was in
charge!
This was my favorite moment at the Medulas. My Father's
presence near the top of the mountain was the highlight of my day.
Rob Chaffart