Seeds of Faith

Yesterday I reposted “Planting Seeds.”  It can be a confusing topic, our relationship with God, how we fight godless temptations & the spiritual & worldly forces that influence us…both good & bad.

It is often very hard to express & even harder for some to understand.  So, to further explain here is an actual event from just yesterday…that proves how your relationship with God can impact others, in the most profound & unexpected of ways.

There is a cemetery along a road I often travel not far from my home.  I have stopped there numerous times, it is not a large cemetery, just three dirt roads and one water spicket, but it has its history.

I shared some of that history on this blog several months ago.  There is a section of around 18 teeny tiny graves I tend.  They are all in the same area, and they are all infant graves.  The markers detail less than one day of life for many of these babes…and the water spicket is right by this site, that’s how I was first attracted to that area, not knowing the emotions that lay quietly in the earth.

I was on my way home from my softball game and had not stopped at the site for a couple weeks so I pulled into my spot just past the water spicket so others could use it if needed.  Sure enough after a few minutes a white Toyota pick-up pulls in and a man gets out to fill up his water jugs.  Now, keep in mind I have randomly chosen to stop at this site this day, this time for a reason.  I could have stopped any number of the dozens of times I’ve past this site…but today I was compelled to stop…even though I was hungry & tired & just wanted to get home.

We struck up a conversation, him thinking I was tending to a relative.  I told him no; I just tend to an area most have forgotten.  I initially thought this fifty- or so-year old man of Mexican heritage was a worker for the cemetery…but he was not.  His son was buried in the cemetery & he stops by every week to water & tend to his son’s grave site.  We continued our talk and every once in awhile he would get upset about what he called “these god dammed people” I really didn’t know what was bothering him but after he said this several times I asked what was bothering him.  He said look come over here I want to show you something.  I walked over & on the other side of his truck by the water spicket there was a white trash bag…I hadn’t noticed it earlier.  He said…” these dammed people put these dead chickens out here to bring bad spirits to these graves or try to release them.”  I said, “what there’s some kind of sacrifice in that bag that someone left out here?”  “Yes, he said, I have seen them out here before.”

Well, he was speaking the truth & I had personal proof.  A couple months ago as I was leaving the cemetery on the center dirt road, I saw some fallen & turned over flower erns at one site.  I stopped & straightened them & the whole time I smelled a foul odor.  As I turned to go back to the vehicle, I saw a white trash bag pressed up against the center of a distant headstone.  It was a nice site with a small bench.  I sat down and looked at that bag and there was an eye staring back at me.  There was a dead owl in the bag & it was the source of the foul odor.  I usually have an extra trash bag in the vehicle, so I got it, put the dead owl bag in there and drove quickly to the trash area…just across from the water spicket & the mostly forgotten infant grave sites.  So, I know this man is telling the truth, I’ve seen it.  

This man is unnerved, he’s angry at the people who do this & for good reason.  He doesn’t want to touch it & he’s upset he has to even be near it…but it is right by the water spicket.  I look at this man & this is exactly what I said to him…”Sir, I believe in God & my Savior Jesus Christ & the powers of the Holy Spirit, this bag of chickens means nothing to me…it is just another person's misguided foolishness, it has no power over me or any one living in true Faith, I will dispose of this bag sir…I have no fears of it as Christ directs my steps.”

With that I felt and saw a change come over this man…he was relieved & grateful.  He turned off the water & backed out of the site, but before he did, he seen me get my own trash bag and remove what was so troubling him…a stupid bag of chickens that he believed held bad juju or evil spirits.  Evil spirits have no power over you if in Faith & Godly Spirits you believe & have a relationship with.

I trashed the chickens & finished tending the infant sites & again was leaving down the center dirt road & I saw his white Toyota truck near the center exit.  I stopped and got out & we continued our conversation.  He showed me his son’s grave site.  It was beautiful with several potted small trees & such.  His son was 26 years old when he died in 2017…heroin overdose.  This man, Martin, had raised three sons since the oldest was seven, his wife walked out on the family.  He was a painter and often worked out of town, but every week since 2017 he has been to his son’s grave site, to water the trees & tend to the site.  His son was just starting classes to get a degree in architecture.  He was very smart & talented.  He showed me some of his drawings, one had special meaning to him.  It was a very complex drawing with a crucifix, the trees of life & death & numerical symbology relating to his death as if he knew he would die at a young age.  I told this man that he understood his son’s drawings better than anybody, because of their blood & spiritual connection.  Noone could look at that drawing & see what that man sees, but after he explained what he felt his son was trying to express in the drawing, it made much more sense to me.  I thanked him for sharing his son’s vision of life with me in this drawing.

I gave him my card and told him I live just 10 minutes away & if he is ever away from the area & needs me to water the trees on his son’s gravesite…to give me a call, I’d be happy to.

His son was very talented in art & structure.  He had dreams like all of us.  He also had bad influences & temptations all around him.  He had faith on one shoulder and failure on the other.  We are all torn with good & bad decisions.  Sometimes good decisions hurt a bit, but bad decisions can lead to your death & heartache for those around you.  It is so often the creative soul within us that struggles the most.  This young man had struggles with casting out temptation & letting his faith see him thru it.  I firmly believe that had his faith been even a bit stronger he may very well still be alive today.

That is the goal of this blog & what you are reading…if anything I have ever wrote has saved even one life, one soul…I glory in God with that savior.  But I have no proof until I meet a man like Martin & hear his story about his son & have the Faith to share some of mine in the hope of easing a father’s pain. 

The Lord plants seeds for a reason.  That reason is for you to see the ultimate outcome of His Grace.  It often happens in the most unexpected of ways, but that is the profound timing of God’s Love.

You see when you have the belt of truth, the body armor of righteousness, the shoes of peace, the shield of faith, the helmet of salvation & the sword of the Spirit, which is God’s Word, nothing can stand against you in this physical world.  Evil forces & temptations will run & hide from you, while Godly intensions will guide & find you.  Devout yourself to the Words & Ways of Jesus & the devil will fade.

We have been & continue to be in a spiritual battle.  You may or may not believe that, but I don’t think you’ve read this far into this message if there isn’t some measure of true Faith in you.  If so, please seek it, find it, believe it, share it…because in this battle you don’t want to be on the godless & losing side. ✨✝️🕊️

Go in Peace & Love will Follow.  Be strong & humble in Faith knowing your inner self will find that Peace.

Revelations 19: 11-16…Psalm 125…Proverbs 24: 1-6   AMEN     🙏🇺🇸.  🐝