Every Hour He Meets Our Needs

There was a girl who loved the Lord-
but she grew tired from toil and work-
she read the Book
she said her prayers
she walked outside
amongst smiles and stares...

Not only smiles, but also sneers-
she became weak-
but recalled a word-
a word in a day that brought her peace-
a word, a song is what she sings
every hour I need Thee...

The girl worked hours that suit her well-
she had a nap between her routes-
she'd dreamt of this and even prayed for this-
so many years ago

Don't focus on the dirt...but on the SEED!

Wow, the dirt sure is dirty!
And when I cry, it sure gets muddy!

So, it's not only personal, yet family
And then community...those plots of dirt are many!

The book I'd been reading is Rachel's Tears...
the next paragraph I read after the last I shared says:

'When we focus our eyes on self, we're looking at the dirt.
When we focus on the seed growing in the dirt, we produce fruit'

Dirty I've been, dirty I'll be...there's too much dirt on and even in me some days...that I can't see past my plot to see clearly to the next...so I'm keeping my eyes on the seed in me...which is Jesus.

So, the next thing I read in this biography of a girl:
'It is so important to understand that the Christian walk is not me becoming perfect; it's Christ growing to perfection in me.'

Is that an excuse to stay muddy? Is that a cop out for dealing with conflict in relationships with others? Lord have mercy on me...and show me what to do...and my heart says to continually seek Him...and His way of doing things...and then I will know how to love not only myself, but all others.

Dirt is not cleaned before the seed is sown...

Farmville...I really didn't see the sense in playing an online game. Yet, I succumbed to my sister's invitation. And became rather obsessive even...and also opened up a cafe. So, now that I have played for a couple weeks and I must return to work on Monday and I truly don't see how I can farm, run a cafe and drive a bus? Hmmm, time will tell;)


But the thing I wanted to share that I don't know if I would have seen if I hadn't played these games...as I was reading a book about a young woman, Rachel, that had been killed in the Columbine shootings...this book her parents wrote tell of her love of Jesus and her struggles with faith...and a discussion regarding sod and seed she'd had with her dad.


Dirt is not cleaned before the seed is sown...we are the dirt...God, Jesus, God's Word...which is Jesus...is the seed. And not only that...the soil is made richer with manure...hello? didn't I learn this lesson two years ago? I guess I needed to hear & learn it again!