21 February 2011
On, In and Around Mondays - Frozen tears
Today seems to be day of breaking, again, yet again with things that grieve the heart of God.
He cuts through the hardness my heart builds as protection, and asks me to pour out in tears, in groanings beyond my understanding. Through the day my spirit hears the faint cries of sheep; lost, wild, confused and lonely, tired of life wild in the world.
And like the icicles that flow jagged from the tin roofs of the old out buildings on our land, I freeze, thaw, refreeze. Each time more fragile, more brittle, easier to shatter.
Will my prayers then, when the melts of Spring at last arrive, soak into soil made fertile by these tears of intercession?
Those who plant in tears will harvest with shouts of joy. They weep as they go to plant their seed, but they sing as they return with the harvest. Psalm 126:5-6
Seedlings in Stone as we look at the world around us today.