It has no right to be there!

That is what I thought the other day when I opened my truck shed to get one of my cars out. I built that truck shed, well let's see, at least two years ago. When I started, I picked a chunk of ground that was habitually dry and barren and good for little else. It was usually dripped on by my pine trees with acid death, and almost nothing grew there through the thick carpet of pine needles.

I scraped the ground level, poured some concrete tubes for my shed's foundation, and laid out weed blocking carpet - two solid pieces that overlapped (because there was too much of it and I was too lazy to cut it) at least four feet. That was to keep the dirt down. On top of that I poured 6 inches of gravel and soon built a shed around it. I've driven on the spot with different trucks, including one that leaked oil like it was bleeding to death. The shed reaches temps well over 110 inside, so I put in some windows which I rarely remember to open anyway. Its so desolate in there even spiders don't usually make a home, and with mothballs aplenty to discourage mice I have to air it out now and then before I go in there to work for any period of time lest I come in the house smelling like ammonia.

Yet there, beneath the car near the dead center of my shed, where it has no right to be, is a blueberry plant. Mike tells me he has a hard time keeping one alive with sunlight and water in his back yard; this one grew in mostly darkness, without soil to speak of, and poisoned air and water at best. Determined to grow, produce fruit, and generate more of its own kind.

Tenacious is the word that comes to mind. And the silly thing reminded me of something that can be true about us.

In a world of sin, with little evidence of Godliness, there we are. Sinful advertising from every direction enticing us to fall away. Rot and decay in the morals of the carnal minded. Situations created day to day that are certainly attempting to smother anything good from being planted in people's hearts. The world is firmly in the grip of Satan, it often seems, with all things going his way in a big way. - Certainly nothing to encourage growth of the word - yet here, where it seems we have simply no right to be, many manage to grow, to bear good fruits, and generate more of their own kind.

Tenacious? Maybe. No right to be here? No worries I'm just a passing through. But I might drop some seeds along the way...

Randy