Van Gogh’s The Harvest and my inspiration
You, Who gives seed to the sower, give me faith to scatter.
I till the soil of young hearts, some still tender. Others already rocky with the disillusionment of time and experience. The grit and gravel littered upon the ground by the enemy of this field.
I wait for perfect weather, but the seasons fly fast, and this sower’s seed lies waiting in my satchel.
Can one plant in rain, wind, drought, and storm? The climate of this terra, this home, sees it all.
Oh, to own the simple faith of the farmer. His efforts sown, he scatters knowing only One can make seeds grow.
I long for harvest and rejoice when seemingly fallow fields bear fruit. How silly of me not to scatter seed, waiting for perfect conditions. How proud.
In the sowing, my dependence dies to self and arises to Another. Buried deep in the darkness of faith, life is called forth. Hope sprouts and reaches toward the light. From death to life.
Resurrection is not my task.
“Come sit with me, sweet child, dear son. Let me tell you of my Father.”
And all I do is scatter.
Linking today with tuesdays unwrapped
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Giving thanks for a rich harvest of blessings . .
106. farmer’s market harvest on my dinner table
107. books, books, books
108. coffee and conversation with my Em
109. excitement and joy of learning
110. eyes to see a messy house as a sign of full lives
111. grace that covers
112. sausage and rosemary pizza
113. happy texts from Josh
114. Daniel’s beautiful new guitar and the beautiful music he’ll make
115. Ben’s 14th bday on 9/11
116. unexpected visits
117. early fall weather
118. Ann’s stirring and compelling posts from Ecuador
119. Van Gogh and color
120. Macintosh Yankee Candle
I find Van Gough inspiring as well. He's such and example of beauty from the broken. And, #120–so delicious! Plus, for me, citrus and sage is a favorite. At least, I think that's the name of it…I haven't bought one in awhile. 🙂
Books books books 🙂 this is part of my earlier list as well~ material wealth to me would be to have a house wall to wall with books. Grace that covers, "Resurrection is not my task." So good.
"I till the soil of young hearts, some still tender. Others already rocky with the disillusionment of time and experience. The grit and gravel littered upon the ground by the enemy of this field."
Your analogy touched me deeply. How the enemy works and waits to snatch the seed away, to cut and bite and trick and tempt, and how we worry and wait and plan and hesitate, yet –
"Resurrection is not my task.
And all I do is scatter."
Good words, here.
P.S. I'm going to have to try the Macintosh Yankee Candle!
Thank you, friends. You are kindred spirits. 🙂
Buried deep in the darkness of faith, life is called forth. Hope sprouts and reaches toward the light…beautiful…thank you Kim for reminding
Just popped in to visit again this morning, after seeing your lovely comment on my post, and guess what I heard on your playlist? George Winston, playing "Sea." I've loved George Winston's music for many years! Now I'm going to have to listen to his "Autumn." Thanks for reminding me, kindred spirit!
Connie, my pleasure. Thank you for reading.
Leslie, so far I know we have English Breakfast, lavender, and now, George Winston in common! I'm playing my "Autumn" cd everyday 🙂