The septic tank needed attention. Only problem – Dad could not remember precisely where the tank was buried in the backyard. With a general idea, he took the shovel to the dirt… not quite the right spot. He moved over a bit and made another pile of red clay, missed again. In close proximity, yet another heap of clay unearthed and laid carefully on the green grass.
Sweat dripped in the afternoon heat. Mom came out to see the beautifully trimmed lawn lumped upside down in mounds. “Joe, I’m sure it’s over there in the natural area. Dig over there.” I wondered how my mother could be so certain of the tank’s location.
And so my father dug. He dug because he loved and respected my mother, not because it made sense or because she was right. He told us he was digging a love hole and that’s exactly what it was. Just a little while later, he found the tank… close to where he started.
My dad taught me the life skill of digging love holes. As you know, there’s something powerful in serving and honoring others above ourselves. Breaking a sweat to let someone else know they are important. Showing love, sacrificing our time when we could just move on with our plan.
Of course, Jesus is the ultimate champion of digging love holes. He’s done all manner of things to serve us and show us our worth. And now it’s our turn to join him in our Father’s work. Today’s a great day to dig a love hole.
Romans 12:10 Be devoted to one another in love. Honor one another above yourselves.
- Wendy Horvath