New seed is faithful. It roots deepest in the places that are most empty -C.P. Estes
Gen 8:22 “While the earth remains, Seedtime and harvest, Cold and heat, Winter and summer, And day and night Shall not cease.”
The Lord made a promise. He smelled the sweet aroma of Noah’s worship, and promised his earth seasons. She would not lay dormant, shapeless, or void again. The passing of Winter and the coming of Spring reminds us of the faithfulness of our God. As he gives the earth we step on change, so he gives us, his earth change. We are the red earth of his hands, his workmanship and we hold his breath. The ancient breath, and the new breath given us in Christ. We have a promise of seasons in places that have been the most void of life. Our response is to open the gate. To not bar our heart from the shame of the desolation, but to open the gate and allow the Master Gardener to enter with his seed bag in hand, and gaze across the desolate landscape and throw with all the creative power of His being. Ours is to receive. To not judge the seed thrown, or its placement. Ours is to yield to the rooting, and trust the Father for Heaven’s Rain.
Lord come into my garden. Take delight in me.