The only way to redeem the field for planting is to burn away all that remains. The farmer began the burning late yesterday afternoon, stopping before dark only to begin again today.
I watched the flames. I watched the swirling smoke, all at once both awed and frightened.
The farmer checks the wind speed and direction, seeking the safest conditions. Still...
Wind has power. Wind has strength. Wind has force we can not control.
Yet perhaps my post title things we can not control is misleading. For us mere mortals, control is an illusion. Only illusion.
Not only can we not control the elements, we can not even control our desire to control.
My hands are empty, palms upturned, all that I am, and all I can do, is in Him.
I surrender.
I am the Vine, you are the branches. When you’re joined with me and I with you, the relation intimate and organic, the harvest is sure to be abundant. Separated, you can’t produce a thing. John 15:5 The Message
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6 comments:
Oh, lovely. This is such a beautiful picture of surrender. I could feel myself resting deeper in Him as I read your words. Beautiful.
I surrender all. This paints such a brilliant picture of refinement.
today i looked up the word canvas in the etymology dictionary. "sturdy cloth made from hemp or flax," mid-14c., from Anglo-French canevaz, Old North French canevach, Old French chanevaz, literally "made of hemp, hempen," noun use of Vulgar Latin adjective *cannapaceus "made of hemp," from Latin cannabis, from Greek kannabis "hemp," a Scythian or Thracian word (see cannabis).
that's it for now...gotta get off line.
Control--so much is out of our control. I've learned how desperately I want to control circumstances, especially those involving my family.
I'm only beginning to learn to surrender, palms up to the One who controls everything.
A beautiful image.
Blessings,
Janis
Live to often in that illusion. Need to burn it away.
I just couldn't past that it was hemp being burned and it brought back memories of my childhood when it was grown in my back yard too. Nice to visit you here.
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