Monday, March 7, 2016



FAITH WEEPS

Today is a day for planting. Spring is bursting all around...even if winter refuses to leave her heart. Broken pieces lie everywhere and no broom is found big enough to sweep them away. Without her consent time marches on and the earth longs for it's seed while her heart longs for peace. So she does what every daughter of the King will do...she looks for her seed and pushes aside the tears that refuse to cease.

For a moment she is lost in the whirlwind of memories full of pain and grief. She finds herself wondering if things will ever change? Wondering if she will ever be whole again? Then the song of a bird just outside her window catches her attention. It sings with joy as it rallies in the newness of color bursting everywhere. She is reminded once again that Love has not left her nor abandoned her. He is the same yesterday, today and forever. He will never leave her nor forsake her. She is loved with an everlasting love.

Once again she finds herself standing in the tension of two realms, the one she's with her eyes and the one she sees only through His. They are always at odds. Always. In that moment she evaluates the two realms and is reminded that this realm is only a vapor and it is purposed to test her heart. Will she prove her love for her Lover and deny what her eyes and mind keep whispering to her or will she fall prey to the temporal and the pain? For a moment it appears that the wounded cry of her heart might win, as she rehearses the pain of all that is broken. The same broken pieces that have lied around for years staring at her as if screaming for her resentment.

She wills to look away from the scattered pieces and as tears stream down her cheeks, she reaches for her bag of seed. She steps outside into the sunshine where the warmth of His presence beckons her to come and cast her seed into the earth and wait patiently for her harvest. So once again she opens wide her bag of seed and gently dropping it into the womb of the soil, she waters it in with her tears and trust that as she goes out weeping, carrying seed to sow, she will return with songs of joy, carrying sheaves with her.

No harvest is sweeter than the one sown through faith, though it weeps.


Psalm 126:6 Those who go out weeping, carrying seed to sow, will return with songs of joy, carryings sheaves with them.




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