The Sowing

A word has fallen from Your lips; fastened tightly upon an arrow traveling along its trajectory to the intended mark; my heart. The good soil has been broken by the till and the spade; softened for reception of the seed that you sow. The earth clings to the impartation; the preserver that gives life to the drowning. Every seed must die before it grows; held firmly within its earthen grave; protected within the rib cage; held safe in the harbor of the palpitating heart; far from the reaches of the scavenger birds that snatch away what seed has fallen upon the trodden paths and shallow soil. The source of the river knows no drought; His Spirit implacable; unmoved from the intentions and initiatives that have been scripted from time immemorial. Down stream; faces and names, lives and circumstances, histories and futures; each being graced by the outpouring of your love; a catalyst, a sowing, that outlives itself by minutes, weeks, months, years, and generations.

Perseverance and patience have produced a harvest; love proven through obedient sowing

Luke 8:15 "and the seeds that fell on the good soil represent honest, good hearted people who hear God's word, cling to it, and patiently produce (through perseverance) a huge harvest."

Best Path

The reverberations within the heart and mind have slowly dissipated; a fleeting movement and gesture devoid of scoring; devoid of rhythm and melody. A surrender has commenced; a sweet severing from fear, from anxieties, from the hold that sorrow and joylessness bring. The last finger has departed from the grip it once laid upon the dream; the laborious toil that seized the mind and heart; her face, their coming, the destination, a formula, the shape and form, the gift, the promise and its expected time of arrival.  What was never mine, is now yours; the One that shaped the very heart You understand so well; a heart that beats to the cadence You have set. Take the very palpitations of my heart; the very things they yearn for; set them anew; eternally syncopated with Yours. The banner of peace and rest dances on the currents of the wind before us; following the Lamp unto my feet, the Light unto my path; the best path; one that was divinely ordained for this life I have been beckoned and wooed to live.

evidence

You have spoken to your child Father; sweet tears are left behind on my cheeks as evidence of this intimate moment; no longer fighting the stone in my throat, but yielding to its presence by releasing the inexpressible from the depths of my heart; in it's brevity, knowing that the words my eyes laid gaze upon were at that very moment being breathed upon my heart by the One that holds it so carefully within His hands. You have taken what was worthless; what was tattered and soiled; and have made it your prize possession; from the heart of the self inflicted tempest you have removed her sails; giving her calm waters and a harbor; giving her an [ANG-ker]; trusting her with a message for foreign shores. The Unworthy are filled with gratitude; honoring you with thankfulness from deep waters; knowing that the very breath in our lungs; the very message that we carry within our bow; is evidence of heaven touching earth.... Evidence that God hears and is faithful to respond to cries of the broken.

... And from this place we cry out for the broken...

... A ship finds itself tied off to a sturdy dock; harbored and protected from the unrelenting tempest out in open waters; woven tightly into ONE within a seam of wood planks and weathered rope. Give those around you something sturdy and steadfast to tie off to; YOUR lives. Through vulnerability and transparency, open up your lives to them as harbors of safety and restoration; making a bold proclamation to move against the current of conformity and comfortability..... Being the Church that we were called to be....

... Allow them to tie off to YOU mighty Anchor. Bless you!

... REST in quiet confidence and humble contentment; steadfast in truth that the Author of our salvation; the Architect of life itself; IS WITH US... guiding us down, and lighting the very path that He has willed into existence; the very novel that He has written with His meticulous and grace filled hands; a cobble stone path that He has set our treasured feet upon...

... He is able to guard what we've entrusted into His hands.... Our lives; the precious gift of our hearts...

... as each grace-filled breath rushes in; expanding and filling our forever dependent and needy lungs; thankfulness floods over us and overwhelms our hearts; knowing that each incremental step of the journey is a treasured gift from the very hands of our Maker. We are moved by gratitude and thankfulness; lifting our sails heavenward; shoving off into uncharted waters and unfathomable depths of faith; cutting all ties with the shore that beckons to keep us close within her arms; responding to love WITH love. And as we lovingly trust the Compass that resides within our chest with each faith-filled "yes" that falls from our lips, many of hearts will be lifted from stormy seas on our course; baring great evidence of heavenly perfection in our masts as we love with no regard or hesitation....

... Passionate prayers break the silence of empty houses; lips delivering the narratives that echo and reverberate off of battered wood floors and weathered walls. Not one has gone astray; not one has been lost; each being carefully received and embraced by the ONE that examines all hearts.... Your prayers and petitioning have been heard; God knowing all that is pressing in and causing weight and pressure to build within your chest cavity; a stretching of the seams of faith; a tearing that is the catalyst of discomfort AND growth; a building of muscle and limberness. Hold firmly to your anchor of hope, and find comfort that God is bringing you to a place of greater revelation and wisdom; of peace and joy; of purpose and of passion; finding comfort knowing that His silence is proof that He is at work.... Be anchored into today; present and available to receive, and to bless with the God-given radiance that emanates from you.