I am looking at the farmer's field
outside my bedroom window. It's springtime, and there is a substantial amount of green popping up daily in the field.The field is also covered in a blanket of brown stalks that wave when the wind whisks them.These straw shafts are the evidence left from a once fruitful wheat harvest. The green is beginning to seize the brown. The green is healthy. The green is lush.The green is life. The green is weeds.
THE GREEN IS WEEDS.
Weeds.
Weeds.
Weeds.
They, themselves, are strong healthy plants. Left unattended, they will overcome the entire field.
STRONG-GREEN.
FALSE-LIFE.
FALSE-LIFE.
As the field stands, there will be no more TRULY healthy life. Sure, a few kernels of wheat could have fallen to the ground during the harvest last July or August, and a few new plants might sprout up bearing fruit from those seeds, but with the vast amount of green taking over, the new life will eventually be choked out. The fruit, if any, will not reach the full potential of the original seed. The abandoned field is rendered useless for bearing new growth.
IT'S WORSE THAN DEAD.
It's a breeding ground for false life. The weeds will mature and go to seed. As the wind whips through swollen pods and puffs, it will carry the weed seeds into other fields and begin to fester growth there as well.
IT'S WORSE THAN DEAD.
It's a breeding ground for false life. The weeds will mature and go to seed. As the wind whips through swollen pods and puffs, it will carry the weed seeds into other fields and begin to fester growth there as well.
As the field stands...
As the field stands...
As the field stands...
Broken.
Broken.
THIS GROUND MUST BE BROKEN.
BROKEN.
READIED.
PREPARED.
SOFTENED.
Soil must be tendered for the seed to bed, and for new life and growth to begin.
HEALTHY-DEEP.
BOUNTIFUL-GROWTH.
But first, the ground must be broken.... broken..... broken.....
In my own life, times of brokenness have facilitated my deepest growth. There are times when I have been overtaken by weeds- STRONG-GREEN. FALSE-LIFE. -just like the field outside my window. Something had to be broken to bring freedom from the alien roots in my life. SOMETHING had to be broken.
ME.
The truth of the matter, though, is that It hurts to be broken. It hurts to have roots rip and tear away from the soil in which they have grown deep and comfortable, but...
PAIN ALWAYS HAS A PURPOSE IN GOD'S SOVEREIGN HANDS.
ALWAYS.
Do not fear being broken, my friends. Instead, fear NOT being broken. Surrendered sorrow has the capacity to cement you to JESUS if you walk transparently through your pain. Whatever your journey, humbly trust Him.
Trust Him.
Trust Him.
Trust Him.
... and bring on that plow.
"The sacrifice You desire is a broken spirit. You will not reject a broken and repentant heart." Psalm 51:17
