
The day after I landed in the sub-basement, we passed the first of the fields that had been plowed. My initial response was, “Lord, I feel like I've been plowed, too.”
His quiet response was so gentle and loving it was hard to hold the tears back. “You have to plow before you can plant.”
I want a bountiful harvest for God, that means I need to be plowed so He can plant a crop in me. Farm discs are sharp and are designed to cut deep and turn the dirt over. They're nothing to mess with but they serve their purpose well. God's discs are nothing to mess with, but He often lets us decide how well they serve their purpose.
God's been plowing me.
It's not been comfortable, but I thank God for it. I also thank Him for His perfect timing. Each time I go to town (which has been more than once a day this week) it seems there are more fields that are plowed and they remind me of what God is doing in my life. If I want a bountiful harvest for my Lord, then I need to submit to His plowing and preparation in my life. Each trip to town I can smell the fragrance of the freshly turned soil. It's a smell that I've always enjoyed— a fragrance that seems to represent new life.
As God plows our lives, may the fragrance of our plowed lives be pleasing to Him. A fragrance with the promise of new life.
May the God of peace... equip you with everything good for doing his will, and may he work in us what is pleasing to him, through Jesus Christ, to whom be glory for ever and ever. Amen. ~Hebrews 13:20-21, NIV

Lord, I pray for Peej today. Work in her heart, only the way that YOU know how. Teach her, guide her, comfort her, love her. In Jesus' Name, Amen
ReplyDeleteJoining, Yvonne, in praying for you!
ReplyDeleteGod is so awesome the way He uses ordinary things to speak peace to us.
{{{Peej}}} Love you, Rita
Thanks so much, ladies!! You're both so special!
ReplyDeleteLove you! =]