psalm 41

psalm 41

You have planted seeds

where it pleased You

and all variety of life springs forth

some for food, many more

for beauty, splendor

to glorify Your name

and we too, first imagined

before time as reflections

of the One the Only

Creator of all

Still but scattering

Allowing the fuzziness to settle in deep today

blurring life's harder edges

praying that even in this quiet

my life scatters seeds

Sow for yourselves according to righteousness
(uprightness and right standing with God);

reap according to mercy and loving-kindness.

Break up your uncultivated ground,

for it is time to seek the Lord,

 to inquire for and of Him, and to require His favor,

till He comes and teaches you righteousness

and rains His righteous gift of salvation upon you.

Hosea 10:12 Amplified

 

Seeking the stillness of the day with Sandy

and joining the choir of praise in community with Deidra

 

Seeing the seeds

You will notice that the variety of bodies is stunning.

Just as there are different kinds of seeds,

there are different kinds of bodies—

humans, animals, birds, fish—

each unprecedented in its form.

You get a hint at the diversity of resurrection glory

by looking at the diversity of bodies

not only on earth but in the skies—

sun, moon, stars—

all these varieties of beauty and brightness.

And we're only looking at pre-resurrection "seeds"—

who can imagine what the resurrection "plants" will be like!

 1 Corinthians 15:39-41 The Message

Savoring the stillness with Sandy today

 

A year in a day

The Lord’s words to me this morning came before I looked to see what the prompt was for this week’s Faith Jam. I may not have known what I was to be writing about today, but, as usual, He surely did. This is what He shared in the early morning hour:

It is a time of gathering as you harvest the fruits of your garden, but little one, there is much fruit you know not of and it is good indeed, and it too is being harvested in these days.

Do you not know that you have planted seeds with every kind word spoken, every loving touch? Spiritual gardens have been watered with every prayer you never knew you prayed, uttered as freely as breath.

In the season of dryness, your roots have grown deep and strong as they sought for moisture like buried treasure. Have I not promised that those who seek Me will find Me?

Then you will seek Me, inquire for, and require Me [as a vital necessity] and find Me when you search for Me with all your heart. Jeremiah 29:13 Amplified

Soon there will come a drenching rain and you will be able to stand in the wind of My Spirit, rooted, grounded and secure.

Together We will joy and laugh in each falling drop of glory.


Bonnie's prompt for the Faith Jam was this:

What season of faith are you walking through? Fall (letting go) – Winter (loss/waiting) – Spring (new starts) – Summer (embrace and celebrate)

I have lived through days that seemed to last a year
and years that have been crushed into the space of one day.
Seasons tossed, turned. spinning

The long days of scratching, digging, breaking thru
preparing the ground for planting
and the joyous work of scattering seeds

Weeks of waiting for the nourishment of rain
precarious, to much or not enough
both lead to trouble, loss, from parching or rotting

We celebrate the growth that has endured
as we race head first into a season of gathering
learning that plants have to die
as they offer up their fruit

I am scattered and watered
thrive and die
mourn and rejoice
lift my voice in wails and cheers
letting go while holding on
all by His hand




Jamming with Bonnie today about Faith Seasons

sharing also with Emily and others both broken and redeemed

First run off

Temperatures rise

clouds have scattered

sun streaming warm

on snow blanketed fields

begins the thaw.

What was held fast

releases

to the rhythm of Spring.

Will cold hearts melt
touched tenderly
by His love?

Tears flow
fast, free
preparing the spirit soil
to receive fresh seed
as something new
cries out
to be born.

Come visit at One Stop Poetry to read more Wednesday One Shot Poems

The space between

I am caught in the space
between the frozen zone
and the warmth in here
the peace of what I know
and the thin, brittle ice

In this season of grays
life pauses to catch its breath
yet in hibernation
a new thing
snuggles in
takes hold
nourished, protected.
A seed planted, unseen
beneath the drifts of snow

Peace, be still
says He
as every fibre aches
to stretch, expand
break out
the small place
secure, but also stifling
wings batter restraining walls.

Winter can appear
indeed endless
here
in the land called
True North
months more ahead.

I am caught in the space
between the frozen zone
and the warmth in here
the peace of what I know
and the thin, brittle ice.

Then He arose and rebuked the wind, and said to the sea, “Peace, be still!” And the wind ceased and there was a great calm.  Mark 4:39 NKJV

Linking today to the carnival at Peter Pollock's where we're talking about winter
 
 
 
 

and One Stop Poetry where we're sharing our One Shots

Saturday Eve Blog Post August 2010

It's time again for Elizabeth Esther's Saturday Evening Blog Post where bloggers gather on the first Saturday of the month to share their latest and greatest blog posts.

With harvest continuing all around our region, I am sharing a post I wrote as the season was just beginning. Read it here at Prairie Fields.

Now go on over to Elizabeth's and read more favourites from August.

Disturbed indeed!

There is much to be done around Chez FireFly, most involving words that have to be sorted in this random brain and put into a form that will make sense for articles due and a sermon on Sunday.

Is there an enemy lurking that wishes to keep writers from writing? How many of you have met him? He's been showing his face far, far too often around here.

So this morning, I asked God to help me focus on the tasks at hand, and just as I was about to begin writing I noticed that our dog Faith has gotten covered in blue-bur seeds for the second time this morning. In the early summer these seeds look like tiny green velcro balls, by now, they are mostly brown but still sticky and they gather in clumps all over her body. Rick combed her out once before he went to work, and this second covering came not even an hour later. The longer we allow the seeds to remain, the more of her fur gets stuck and matted, so I just finished spending at least half an hour cleaning her up again!

Was I annoyed by the distraction, yes indeed. Then I remembered how God tends to us over and over and over again, washing away sin and the filth of the world that we we get entrangled in. Does He wish we would finally learn and avoid the sticky seeds? I would imagine so. Yet still in His love, He cleans us up and sets us back on our feet.

Where was I? Words, yes, words that need to come forth, to teach, encourage, and laundry in the dryer to be folded, and zuchinnis growing like crazy and...

This flower that we can't identify no matter how many google searches I do.

If you knw the name of this mystery flower, please share and allow me to check at least one thing off my list today.

Stop by Duane Scott's Scribing the Journey for more rambling by disturbed writers. And when you have moment in the midst of your own randomness, pray that I would find a moment of focus and clarity and that words would flow as He directs.

Reaping what was sown

We have flowers like this that we can not name or identify growing in the beds around our house. We planted both seed mixes and single flower seeds, but obviously did not keep accurate records of what went into the soil. If we knew what we had planted we could plant again those flowers we have most enjoyed and not those that have not grown well or we didn't find appealing.

I sense God teaching a lesson here, for in His law of sowing and reaping, we will always receive what we have planted. If we do not pay attention to what we are sowing, the harvest will surprise us, and not always in pleasant ways.

What seeds are you scattering today?

Don't be misled: No one makes a fool of God. What a person plants, he will harvest. The person who plants selfishness, ignoring the needs of others—ignoring God!—harvests a crop of weeds. All he'll have to show for his life is weeds! But the one who plants in response to God, letting God's Spirit do the growth work in him, harvests a crop of real life, eternal life. Galatians 6:7-8 The Message

Risk of frost days

While the weather cooperated Rick used his time well and most of the vegetable garden is planted. Monday we planted flowers in baskets, containers and in the beds that surround the house.

This is the last week of May. For most of you, my friends and readers in regions south of us, Spring is now turning to Summer. For those of us here in Manitoba the cold is not quite ready to release its grip.

But we plant, and we pray as we live through the days of "risk of frost". We listen to weather reports, check the skies, contemplate pulling out the old sheets to cover the plants, pondering, yes, even worrying. Shall we bring the baskets into the house to ensure their safety?

We shut the door, exercising our small measure of faith, leaving the plants hanging, the seedlings uncovered as we surrender our dreams of future flowers into His hands. Indeed they are for His glory so will He not care for them?

The Sovereign Lord will show his justice to the nations of the world. Everyone will praise him! His righteousness will be like a garden in early spring, with plants springing up everywhere. Isaiah 61:11 NLT