The Fallow By Denver Trujillo

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The Fallow

There is a time and season for everything. Farmers around the globe know that there are times and season in which it is good to plant certain crops. There are also times in which it is necessary to allow their fields to go fallow.

Now I’m no farmer, and I don’t pretend to play one on TV, (mostly because any plant I try to grow usually dies if left in my care). Yet, I’ve always been drawn to agriculture, and fields, and dirt, and rows of crops that I pass. I’m drawn to the rhythms of the seasons in which it takes to grow a fruitful harvest. But because of how far removed I am from actually living and working on a farm, it’s hard for me to understand the need for soil to have a time of being fallow. Stick with me, we will come back to talk about the fallow-time.

Recently, my family and I have been through some seasons of transition:

Hubby finished school.

Hubby started a new job.

I finished school.

I started a new job.

We sold a house.

We bought a house.

Car broke down.

Bought another car.

Kids finished a school year.

I began summer break with my kiddos…3 weeks into the break, the stores already had school supplies on display (seriously people!?!). Now, adjusting to the rhythms of the last few seasons has come with its fair share of emotions and challenges for me personally, namely, the feeling of lingering silence. Silence in my quiet time, silence in my drive time, and silence in my mind especially as I would try to write. This silent season has felt like reaching for a tall glass of water to drink, only to inhale a pile of dirt and cough up dust. No fun my friend.

Have you ever felt like that? Have you ever felt like you’ve lost an ability? Have you wrestled through difficult seasons? Seasons that aren’t bad but that feel difficult can sometimes be our times of going fallow. Here’s the exact definition of fallow:

-“Usually cultivated land that is allowed to lie idle during the growing season”

Did you catch that friend? It happens during a growing season. Growth requires fallow-time.

God’s Word has a great deal of content with agricultural terms. People in bible-times understood the terms and seasons because they were so deeply connected to the earth and the care of their crops (here are a couple-Leviticus 25:1-7, Psalms 24:1). It was the lifeblood for many families in that time. Today, it is understood by farmers of all ages that sometimes the ground has to go fallow for a time in order to render a better soil for the upcoming planting and harvest times. The fallow ground has to be plowed and worked and left alone in order for the nutrients in the soil to be replenished so the soil can provide the incoming seed with the necessary components for successful and nourishing growth.

You see, fallow time is necessary. All seasons are necessary. Every season needs the one that came before it and the one that will come after it.

Friend, I’m not sure what season you may be walking or trudging through today. Whether you find yourself as one of my “fellow fallows”, or in the beginning seasons of growth, or if you are experiencing harvest time…no matter the season, you are not alone. These seasons are for our good; they are so necessary in the deep heart work that Our God is trying to do in us. We need the times that feel like we’re being worked on and plowed through and time to be left alone in the silence of God’s presence so we can cry out to Him for instruction and regain nourishment from His Word. That way, when we are given the opportunity again to hold onto all that’s being planted in us for the upcoming seasons of life, we can allow it to take deep root so we can bring a beautiful harvest back to Our God.

Let’s pray together friend:

Dear God, thank you for every season You allow us to walk through. Though some may be more difficult than others, we know that You are doing the necessary work in our hearts and minds to repair and restore the soil of our lives. Help us to trust the work you are doing in the times where we may not be able to physically see progress. Your Word tells us that You will complete the work You have begun (Philippians 1:6) and we will cling to that promise today Lord. We choose to remember that this life comes in seasons (Ecclesiastes 3:1-8) and we will embrace the season we find ourselves in. You Lord, intercede for us (Romans 8:26) and know the deep work that You are accomplishing. Help us to keep our thoughts focused on You and not on the distractions that would love to derail and destroy our thoughts and dreams. Your Word declares that You have made all things beautiful in its time (Ecclesiastes 3:11) and we will remember that today. Thank you for the Fallow-Time Lord, Amen.

Friends, let’s get our hands in some dirt today so we can remember this life-lesson. Peace-liz

3 Houses & 6 Months In

In 2017, my family and I lived in 3 different houses. Yep, 3.

We prepped our first house in the Denver area to sell in the summer of 2016, but it didn't sell until January of 2017. We then made a move in February to another house in the area after much scraping of wallpaper and painting to make the new house a home. Then, right before Christmas time, our family packed up a Penske truck, a little blue Chevy, and my SUV and moved to the Western Slope of Colorado. Another house became a home, and a new adventure started as we 5 Trujillo's just kept putting one foot in front of the other:).


From the description above, the journey through those moments sounds pretty seamless and easy. But within those sentences, I can find moments of both excitement and restlessness, days and nights spent in prayer, early mornings filled with lists of things to get done before each move, and late nights filled with tears as we got ready to say, "see you later" to many friends, family members, and familiar places.

This first post in our new series isn't going to be about the why of our big move to another city; it's going to be about the who...


Those who selflessly and sacrificially showed up to pack boxes, load trucks, and drive hundreds of miles with us,

Those who sent and still send cards and letters and little dinosaurs and bracelets in the mail reminding us of sweet friendship,

Those who brought meals, who brought copious amounts of coffee and donuts,

Those who prayed with us over coffee, those who prayed over us at farewell parties, those who blessed us at final services at church,

Those who helped unload trucks and cars, those who filled our fridge, and brought over dollies and tool boxes, and who unpacked boxes so we could feel settled,

Those who welcomed us with open arms, with invites for coffee (ya'll know me so well), or invites to lunch,

Those who befriended my kiddos-those who opened their classrooms to my kids when they needed a place to go for lunch, those who made their transition easier with smiles and hugs and sleep-overs and fun outings,

Those who messaged and said, "Hey! We are coming for a visit!", and those who message or call us still to remind us of continued thoughts and prayers...you don't even know how much those visits and messages have meant to us.

Thank You...to all of you:).


“I have not stopped giving thanks for you, remembering you in my prayers.” Ephesians 1:16 NIV


You see, I'm a huge believer in sharing life with others. Mostly in part because everywhere we have lived, we haven't lived in the same town as family (until now:). So since our early days of living in South Carolina, we've really tried to build up our circle of friends; a support system to surround us and that we could surround. Our hope is to also teach our children to foster the friendships they are blessed with. Timeless friendship is what we call it; no matter how far away in miles we may be, or how many years go by between visits, our hope is that all of our friends know that we will pick right up where we left off.


I can't begin to tell you how much more I've come to value and appreciate friends and family. The ones who walk with you in the deep waters and pray for you, and encourage you in the difficult times of uncertainty. The people who are excited for your journey, even when it involves the reality of not being able to share everyday life together on the regular. It's like having cheerleaders who pump you up for the next big game and cheer you on as you live each moment, whether on the sidelines or in the heat of the game. They put smiles on your faces and shout loud so you know that you have their support.

That's what it feels like to be 6 months into this new journey.

That's what it should feel like to live in true community with others.

Friend, as we dive into this new series of Transitions, we are going to talk about all kinds of subjects, the funny and the gut-wrenching. Why? Because that is real life. We won't shy away from the truth of what each moment has felt like at every point in the journey. I hope you'll join us.  I want you to know that if you are currently making some life changes or in the middle of a big transition, you are not adventuring alone. I'm so thankful that you are part of my journey and I'm honored to share this time with you:).


Let's Pray:

Dear Heavenly Father, as we begin to discuss this topic of transition, be our guide and our focus. We want to live lives that direct attention to You- Our Great and Mighty God. We are so thankful for the assignments that you have given each and every one of us, and we want to do our best to walk hand in hand with You as we learn to listen for Your voice and Your leading in our lives. Lord, with each week, help us to walk in gratitude because You promised to be with us. Help us to remember that You've placed supportive friends and family around us, be it few or many, but You have surrounded us with love and support for the tasks at hand. And even in the times of uncertainty that may lie before us, help us to continue to trust You, and to find You in those quiet times of prayer. Thank You Lord for Your great love towards us and for Your plans filled with purpose for our lives. May all that we do and say be a pleasing in Your sight and may we live loving, serving, and supporting others along the way. Amen.

peace-liz


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Parking Lot People


In the late 1990's and early 2000's (yep,I'm getting old), I was apart of a ministry-training team called Masters Commission. Feels like it was just yesterday, but the hair color I repeatedly have to use to cover gray strands tells me otherwise;). We lived each day together learning how to love God, love others, serve others through ministry, and be of some service no matter where we found ourselves in life.


Be it on a church stage, or in a school auditorium,

In an office cubicle, or on a continent far from where we called home.

Even on the street or in parking lots, we learned how to take notice of needs and become dispensers of hope and love. I knew that was the mission then, and I am reminded of that time of training again today...in, of all places, a parking lot. But today I received the blessing of someone seeking me out because I was the one in need. A dear friend from that  MC team saw the hurt and pain and uncertainty on my face while I walked past her car. You see, once you spend a few years with friends who become you're family, they can tell when you're not ok; you cannot fool them. They can call your bluff, and they can point out in love that something is not ok, and gently remind you that it is ok not to have it all together.

Not in a, "Ha! I knew you were a mess under all that make-up!" Kind of way, but more like,"Hey! You're not alone! You are loved! It's ok to fall apart! I won't run away from you! I'm here for you!!!"

Do you know what I mean?


Friend, I hope you have at least ONE friend like that. And if not, that's my prayer for you today- that God would show you the people who already surround you, and that can be His arms of love when you so desperately need the reminder.

So back to parking lots...We are a lot like the vehicles in those lots.

There are cars are all around; all of them look shiny and perfectly parked but maybe the interior is a mess; maybe there are a few dings and scratches, maybe there are sparkly paint jobs but underneath the entire system is about to fall apart.

Dear one, can I remind you of a previous post I wrote a while back?

I'm not good at being broken.

It's not my favorite thing.


To be honest, I'd rather clean toilets with a tiny toothbrush than fall apart in front of people.

Why?

Because I'd rather be the one encouraging others; because I'd rather give the impression that I'm strong and I can handle just about anything. But, there are days when

I. just. can’t. even.


But I know this: I am in desperate need of Our Savior.

When circumstances beyond my control make me feel out of control...

I need Him.

When I'm not sure how else to help or pray for my own children...

I need Him.

When relationships feel awkward or strained...

I need Him.

When numbers and needs don't add up on paper...

I need Him.

When I want to run and hide and isolate myself...

I need Him.

When I wish things would magically get better already...

I need Him.

I'm guessing that maybe you've felt that way too. Maybe even today.

I've been reminded of this today and wanted to give the reminder to you that, God is The Master when it comes to rebuilding broken things.

He is far more capable of rebuilding the brokenness inside of us and around us than we ever could be with our frail human hands.

Let's lift up our hands together in surrender today as we say:


Lord, I’m tired of pretending I’m ok…I surrender. You know the brokenness that I'm experiencing right now and only You can see ahead to the healing and restoration that I cannot. I'm giving you all of these broken pieces and humbly ask You Lord, to have your way. Take all my fears and doubts Lord, and strengthen me as I trust You- my Savior and Shepherd of my life. I will not forget Your faithfulness and Your unconditional love in the midst of what I'm facing now. I will cling to the promises of your Word and fix my eyes on You alone. Thank you for mending the broken pieces in me Lord. Thank You for chasing me with Your fierce love and even for when You send true friends to chase me down so they can lift me up to You-even in parking lots. Thank You for not running away from my brokenness, but seeing beauty in it Lord of Life. Amen.


Friend, be it in a parking lot, or at the grocery store...we can remember these truths. We can be mended and made whole. And in turn, we can be dispensers of love and hope to someone in need today. Hug and friend, call your family and love them today; you may be the very person that can bring hope to them. I’m praying for you friend, and I’m praying for God to show you the people in your life that can be your parking lot people:).

Peace-liz

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