“God has given me a vision of what I have done to touch, inspire and encourage those people who I have come into contact with. I tell people that I feel like I’m walking down a dirt path with seeds in my pockets and I didn’t know I had holes in the pockets. Just within the last two months God said, ‘Look back and see what I’ve done just because of the path that I’ve had you on.’” (Bob Hlavacek, January 2015)
Looking back, I remember when
This journey I’m on began.
I remember in vivid detail
The dirt path stretching before me,
Disappearing into a distant vale,
Beneath clouds dark and stormy.
I did not question the path.
I did not question the path maker.
I bravely picked up my staff
And began to traverse the first acre.
Years later, I would question the path,
Whether it was all worthwhile,
Yet I continued to cling to and lean on my staff
And navigate each passing mile.
I filled my pockets with seeds,
Seeds of various kind,
To sow among the weeds
To leave a legacy behind,
Longing to see some fruit,
A harvest for all of my labors,
Hoping this one-way commute,
Would be worth the effects of the curse.
As time passed
The path become more difficult,
And my hoped-for and desired result
Now seemed unattainable,
The plan was just not sustainable,
For just as the path became harder to travel,
My body was failing and starting to unravel.
As the end became visible,
More strenuous and physical,
When I was afraid I could go on no longer,
To my surprise, I found my faith grew stronger,
And the strength to go on,
Away from life’s dawn,
Came from a source deep within my core,
From a limitless and bottomless store,
Found only in a desperate trust
That the one who redeemed me must
Carry me on this journey on which He sent me,
To mould me and shape me, so He can present me
Faultless, flawless and fulfilled,
A temple only He could build.
And though my gaze was fixed and set,
My body whispered, “We’re not there yet.”
So with a weary sigh,
I turned a tired eye,
Back on the path which I traversed,
Back to the few seeds that I dispersed.
And to my amazement and surprise,
A glorious sight lay before my eyes.
The dirt path was transformed,
The whole landscape was reformed
Into a glorious garden and orchard,
With rows upon rows of ordered
Plants and trees bearing fruit beyond count
In innumerable and copious amounts.
I slowly sat down before this astonishing sight.
Surely something was wrong. This could not be right.
How could my humble life of sowing
Reap such a harvest without my knowing?
Suddenly I noticed Him sitting by my side,
Jesus, my Redeemer, my Friend, my Guide.
He smiled and leaned closer,
And placed His arm across my shoulder.
We gazed in silence at the work of all those years,
With our eyes overflowing in grateful tears.
The question in my mind could be summed up in just one word,
And I asked it so softly I’m surprised that He heard,
He wiped a tear from His cheek,
And then turned and smiled at me.
He summed up my history,
Solving this wonderful mystery.
Each trial, each heartache, each broken dream,
Each rocky spot, each impassable stream
Pierced a hole in my pockets full of seeds,
Dropping them into the rocks and weeds,
And the divine Gardener caused them to grow
To bear fruit in these perfectly ordered rows.
While I was completely unaware,
Fruit was cropping up everywhere
Along this dirt path that He ordained,
And what He planted, He sustained.
All of this was not done for me,
But solely for His honor and glory.