God does not say, today,
he knows your strength is spent
he knows how long
the road has been
how weary you have grown
for he who walked the earthly roads
each bogging lowland, and each rugged hill-
and so he says
AND KNOW THAT I AM GOD
the hour is late
and you must rest while
and you must wait
until life's empty reservoirs
as slow rain fills an empty upturned cup
hold up your cup
for God to fill
he only asks
that you be still
-Grace Noll Crowell
Saturday, October 12, 2013
this is me.
i'm sawing away with my new sharktooth saw...
on bamboo shoots that are
i love gardening.
love love love it.
and i've planted a jungle, over the past two and a half years,
that has finally got the better of me.
now it's a case of no more planting.
walking around thoughtfully
with sharp little saw in hand-
wondering what gets chopped today!
makes me think of yet another
"lesson from the garden".
in the fertile soil of my yard,
in the fertile soil of my mind,
sometimes too much stuff.
and i look at the wild jungle inside my head
that something has got to go.
sin is like that too...
it grows crazy wild in our hearts.
"sow a seed, reap a harvest."
and not only that...
seeds sometimes just fall accidentally off the flowers
of innocent-looking plants-
(oh yes, how sweet they are!
how pink! how yellow!
how delightfully, fragrantly green and abundant!)
and root themselves...
and before you know it, a harvest
of things you don't want or need!!
not to mention the enthusiastic tubers
of things like banana trees
and chinese ginger
and even- gasp-
the mulberry shoots-
that burst through the soil in random places
and simply cannot be eradicated
unless one has, perhaps,
time to break out the new japanese sharktooth saw...
or in the case of my heart,
a few chapters of Proverbs.