Monday, February 19, 2018

A Farm Forum

A farm forum, ready to convene just for me.  A choir of frogs sing praise from a small pond out back in the middle of February.  They pass their invitation to join the preliminaries of song; their funny prelude to the discussion-- the discovery. 


 A surging within the forum of fields and yards tucked round with fences opens a morning wide.  A garden plot ready to tell mysteries to me, share ideas, reason it all out in the softness of ready soil; ready to receive the seeds that are questions in me.  I will tuck them in and wait-- soon to poke quietly through the earth in answer.









A forum of land and sky calling a morning meeting, preparing for a rousing discussion for a searcher and seeker! How have I attained such good fortune to be invited among such wise handlers of divine secrets? 

                                   

I stand among the furry-wise who take their places at their own gates, live their good lives, sowing and reaping just what they were perfected to. Minding their own business. One calls the meeting to order with a “baaa!”  I take my seat among them.

                               

A magnificent forum of farm and feeling, of astute players all knowing their place.  OH!  I hear a pony pounding his gavel down, with fine hooves he calls this session to order.  I humbly join the meeting, pen in hand.  

                                


Where is your forum of friends?  Where are you planted to preach a good word from the wealth of your own sown heart?  Where does your forum convene? :) 

                                   

Monday, January 15, 2018

If My Words

If my words had substance and could be seen as they launch out, would they lift and fill the morning sky? Would they praise up with the clouds?




If my words spoke out in shades of color, and if they were hot or cold, would my world be bright with rainbows, and would You cuddle in their warmth?




If my words had weightiness and could remain just where they fall, would they pile right up to heaven, and build a monument to Your worth?





If my words were lofty, and could speak to kings and queens, would  they hear Your invitation and come to the great wedding feast?

                                             




If my words were humble and if they were safe for all, would You trust me with the "least of these", and would You send me to the lost?

If my words could reach You, and I know that they do, I would set an echo in the wind to repeat my LOVE for You!







  

Saturday, January 13, 2018

It's a Saturday


It's a Saturday and a picture taking kind of day it seems to me.  Everything outside seemed to expand in my mind's eye as I walked around to enjoy a Saturday, doing chores and feeding the critters.   I snapped photos here and there, but the best things that I saw were in another lens. 



 In "another lens" I saw new fences stretched tight across the back acres, mended and painted ones on the north side, and new pickets around the little red shed out front. Such expansion!


I saw new babies on tiny hooves storming the little pasture with exuberance while their mothers were watching them with a cautious eye.  




  I saw more mulch on the garden holding in the rain and holding back the weeds. I saw rows of vegetables sprouting up, vines clinging to the arbor, Arkansas black apple trees lining the south field, flowers waving in the warm breeze, and such good things as that.


summer
                               

It is January, though, and cold.  All of this envisioning reminded me of this: 



Hebrews 11:1 Now faith is being sure of what we hope for, being convinced of what we do not see.

Outside, the baby goats are still snugged tight inside their mothers, I can not see them yet. Maybe they will arrive soon.  The apple trees are on order at the nursery, the fencing is yet in a roll on the ground, and the pile of mulch waits to be spread over the garden ground on a warmer day.  The seeds are in bottles in the kitchen, and Hope is a wonderful thing.



HOPE !



Friday, January 12, 2018

Soup and Jesus

I drove to the other side of our small town and then up the snaking and steep hill to the top of a mountain called Manitou. I've made the climb many times over the last decade, and then some.  The sign at the top says, YWAM Ozarks., which stands for Youth With a Mission, which, to me, stands for laid down lovers of Jesus who serve and traverse the world to bring His life to all they encounter, including me and this little town.  It stands for missionaries, teachers, friends and a family. 💓

Now I'm back in my room remembering the evening there called, "Soup and Jesus".  "Soup and Jesus" is a meal, a celebrating friendships, an offering of song and teaching and time together.   A verse sat beside each plate in keeping with the theme of the evening;  Remembering.  Look! Here is my verse on the bright blue card! I took a picture of it for you.   


I want to remember.  This call resonates deep within me. I want to steward the "wonder" of Jesus well with the remembering.  Always remembering. 

So, we ate the salad, the wonderful soup, and the bread that no one can get quite enough of.  Over dinner and coffee we reconnect and renew with time spent together. 

It is late now, but before I rest, I'm remembering the faces around the table and around the room.  I'm remembering the words spoken and songs sung.  I'm sleepy now, but remembering just a little longer.  😊  



Thursday, January 11, 2018

The First Step

“Sit” You say, “sit down”.  And how this puzzles us all.  “Sit” You say, “sit down” while you watch us run far down the road. 
“Sit”, you say, “sit down”, as we raise boulders over our heads. We flex and strain in the heat of the day to show You that we are saved. 
“Rest”, you say, “rest in me”, for my blood finished it all, but we work on through the night hoping that what we do gives us a better right. 
“Recline”, you say, “lie back on the grace that makes you Mine."  Take the first step, and just fall back being caught up in His love. 

And once seated with Him, once reclined and laid low, then in the same grace we walk with Him, hand in hand down that same road.  

Ephesians 2:6 He raised us up with Him and seated us in the heavenly realms with our beloved Jesus the Anointed, the Liberating King.

8-9 For it’s by God’s grace that you have been saved. You receive it through faith. It was not our plan or our effort. It is God’s gift, pure and simple.

Wednesday, January 10, 2018

Carryin' a Happy Load

Waddling around the south field are these funny little ladies. This morning I had an urge to capture them in their last few days before babies come again.  Here are my spoils: 










These girls are carryin' quite a happy load, and it will appear more so with every passing day until just the right time, when delivery day comes.  

The swelling sides,  expanding udders, and the giddy feeling in my chest all tell me that the time is soon.  😃  I've been through this many dozens of times before and I know that babies tumble to the ground with tiny noses, ears and hooves in their perfectly adorable places.   I wonder if they are pregnant with browns, whites, blacks and blues?  I wonder if I will get lots of girls this time.  I hope.  It is the season! 

The giddy feeling in my chest stirs up for a Kingdom, too, always pregnant with expectation, always carryin' quite a happy load of hope in every season.  And the same Holy Spirit that filled Mary full with the Hope of the World, also fills our heart, too.   We are a Kingdom and a people impregnated with hope that never fails to deliver, though it may labor and wait until just the right time, it always delivers.  It is the season!










Tuesday, January 9, 2018

When



When questions fill the air and all the space inside my head, I can trust You.



When I try way too hard, You let me know I can trust You.



When I seem way too small and not enough, I can trust You.


When the path ahead is only barely visible, I can trust You.


When the past is too close for comfort and pushing in, I can trust You.

When I don't know the way,  I can trust You.


When I want to quit and hide, Yes, I can still trust You.





 I can trust You. I can trust You.  I can trust You.

Monday, January 8, 2018

1 Corinthians 12

 I search through this haze of winter thinking for something profound that is poking me.  And I've found a need for a January sepulchre.  It's a good thing to find a burial day for worn out old ways.  It's winter  again on the farm, and it's a winter's burial.  I will wander on through this and  settle it once and for all.  

Who am I here on earth, I ask again?  
Where am I in the midst of it all? 
 And in this Kingdom of friends, who is ... ME, and what is my part to play? 
Can I just continue to watch and not play?
Does it matter at all?

1 Corinthians 12:7 Each believer has received a gift that manifests the Spirit’s power and presence. That gift is given for the good of the whole community.

I have found a way around this most of my life, but somehow not today. These words ring out into my room.    

1 Corinthians 12:18 God has meticulously put this body together 

Yes, there I am.  I see it now, carefully woven into the whole. 

1 Corinthians 12:18 He placed each part in the exact place to perform the exact function He wanted. 

  How can I continue to wonder and indulge the doubt?  

27 You are the body of the Anointed, the Liberating King;  each and every one of you is a vital member.

And in this winter sepulchre the question and doubt must finally aptly rest.   

Romans 12: 5 Each one of us is joined with one another, and we become together what we could not be alone. Since our gifts vary depending on the grace poured out on each of us, it is important that we exercise the gifts we have been given.

Together, as one.  💓