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Topic: Garden (09/07/06)
TITLE: My Fruitful Garden from Rocks and Weeds Did Grow
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But I have discovered fertile soil ready to bear much fruit. The journals have remained in the darkness of my family treasure chest, never having been read from the time they were written.
They contain the essence of my heart and the substance of my soul; the stories of the wounding and the healing of my spirit.
It is the Garden of my life, once devastated by crisis and tragedy. The Lord of the Harvest came to my ruined plot and, with His sorrowing heart, declared it a disaster zone, requiring His personal nurturing and care.
His first order of business was to tell me that He had heard my cry and had come to answer my call. He told me to trust Him, because He knew just what I should do. I was to renew the faith I received when first I acknowledged my need of Him in my life. I must read His Word and learn from the inspiration of the Holy Spirit, and listen to His voice in my heart.
I met with Him in the secret place, where no one else and nothing else could come between us. He instructed me to record the messages that He spoke into my circumstances; and put into writing my doubts and fears; and the answers to prayers that come to pass.
He said that for me to obtain forgiveness, it was necessary for me to humbly forgive myself and those who had hurt me. It’s necessary to see others as God sees them; knowing that they also struggle with how to live this life.
As I learned from fresh insights and a broadening perspective, I discovered how to relate to friends and loved ones; who had once seemed so difficult and impossible. Thereby, I developed compassion for them and understanding.
Believing that the Spirit of God is also visiting other unsaintly people, I began to witness the evidence of His wooing, convicting and changing of their hearts.
I maintained the ritual of the secret visitation, where my spirit was nourished and strengthened to withstand the onslaught of daily cares. He told me to trust that His mercies are new every morning and that His grace is sufficient for me.
My faith taught me to believe that I was being trained and prepared to minister to those who follow, in their own despair. As the vessel of my heart emptied of its anguished dross, He filled me to overflowing with Living Water and the Bread of Life.
Looking out and beyond my self, I reach out my heart and hand, which become a blessed extension of the heart and hand of the Lord Jesus Christ. I live in harmony with Him and share that harmony with those in my world; any and all who God Himself, brings my way.
I am gleaning the lessons learned from the Garden of my Journal, forged in the secret place with my heavenly Father.
The Lord of the Harvest reaps the fruit from all that He has done for me. I watch Him tend to the young, tender shoots I am bringing for His care. Patiently and faithfully I weed out the snares. I prepare to provide the milk of the Word until the fragile reed grows strong and independent, and is able to draw nourishment for itself. I continue to walk alongside the new babe in Christ; and will raise up as many more as God desires.
I am blessed to live in God’s Garden of Grace; the Garden that flourishes and spreads and continues to multiply as far as the eye can see; far beyond my own little lot, once wasted with rocks and weeds.
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