If You Trust Me... #3

The artistic images and the train of thought are taken from meditations that the Lord gave me during the 30-week Spiritual Exercises.

I remember the earthquake. There is no mistaking the feeling when the earth cracks and tears, when it literally slips from under your feet: it was then I realised how much I lean on it, how dependent I am on it, for with each shock I myself lose my balance. When the ground trembles, I cannot take a single steady step.
I saw the rocks crumble and collapse, and below, in a certain ravine, I saw my newborn self. Down there — on a tiny scrap of earth that the stones could not bury and that the waters could not drown. Thanks to that patch of firm ground I did not perish.
This firm ground became an image of faith.

The land had been neglected and compacted, but Your words: "If You Trust Me..." breathed new life into it.

I remember how You, Lord, showed me how You toiled over it: reclaiming the virgin land, ploughing deep, uprooting every weed, from morning till night caring that the soil might become fit to bear much fruit. You never take Your eyes off it. And my faith rests entirely on You.

Now, after 30 weeks, O Lord, having taught me the basics, You entrust to me the care of the soil of faith; help me to respond worthily to Your trust.