Sep 17, 2009
Sep 11, 2009
A brilliant sea of yellow greets me in the garden this week as the mums awaken from their slumber and show their cheerful faces.
As they awaken, the cone flowers start their season of slumber,
Joining in a wave-like form behind them comes the goldenrod.
"See now that I, I am He, And there is no god besides Me; It is I who put to death and give life." Deuteronomy 32:39a
The old and the new.
"There is an appointed time for everything. And there is a time for every event under heaven-" Ecclesiastes 3:1
Life comes from death.
"Truly, truly, I say to you, unless a grain of wheat falls into the earth and dies, it remains alone; but if it dies, it bears much fruit." John 12:24
"The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy; I came that they may have life, and have it abundantly." John 10:10
Sep 4, 2009
While setting the table for a special luncheon here at our cozy nest on the hill, I saw beauty in this pumpkin stem that I used in our centerpiece.
We have a city garden here in the country. And as I was picking the first pumpkin, I snapped the stem off just like I would see them at the farmer's market - short and sweet. But when I got to the second pumpkin, I could not resist keeping a good portion of the stem. It was lovely -
The loose and tightly bound tendrils and the raffia looking stem,
The beauty of the twisted vine etched with lines.
The vine made me think of my past. Sometimes, like the first pumpkin I picked, I'm all to eager to discount and cut off my past. The whole "please don't remember who I was before Christ" thought. Some of my memories, like the pumpkin vine, are furrowed with grief, guilt and pain. Some seasons of my past were twisted and I was tightly bound to the things that brought Christ no glory.
As I reflect on seasons of harvest when I brought You no inkling of glory
You remind me of Romans 8:28 and how You can work in each and every story
Even though each vine and tendril was once very tightly bound
Hallelujah! Your Word and Your way is offered to ALL and can be found
So LORD, I'm believing You can use every last inch of my furrowed past
And turn it into Your eternal glory, the treasures that will last
I thank You LORD that in each and every season
You will use (what to my earthly mind) has no rhyme or reason
So please help me to stay connected to The One True Vine
Watered with Your Word and by Your Spirit, kept totally in line
In the Mighty, Redemptive and Restorative Name,