Reflections

Friday, January 27, 2017

Of its own accord the land yields fruit, first the blade, then the ear, then the full grain in the ear.
(Mar 4:28)

The other day, Lord, in the grey of winter, I filled the bird feeders and stopped to look at the garden. Already the bulbs are pushing up green blades. I had buried them, forgotten about them until spring, then rejoiced in their early splash of color. For six years the cycle has repeated, without any effort from me.

You tell us in a parable that this is how your Kingdom grows. You provide the seed, hide it in the earth, and the life cycle continues. The whole plant is contained in a tiny grain. All the DNA is there, all the potential. It is always growing, always developing, producing more seeds.

You plant me here, fertilize me with your Spirit, and wait patiently as I become. On my own, I cannot add a hair to my head, and yet you complete me. In your sight, I am whole. I am in your Kingdom, even though I cannot yet see you clearly. Only you know the time for harvest. Reap me when I am ripe, or wait for me to go to seed. Either way, you will use me. You do not waste. Please let me surrender as completely to your providence as the plants submit to the soil and sun and rain.

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