When Arrows Come...

and pierce our souls.  When criticisms are unending.  When we are falsely accused and stand in the chambers of our private thoughts, we are reminded that:  God has done great things; and none is like Him--above or below.  He shows us great troubles sometimes.  But...He also is the One to revive us again as Psalm 71 tells us:

"You, who have shown me great and severe troubles, Shall revive me again, And bring me up again from the depths of the earth." vs. 20

More than simply bringing us up from the depths of our despair, and plunking us into the crowded streets of greater adversity, He takes the thousand pieces of hard and broken  pieces of clay and adds His Living Water to our parched, thirsting spirit.  He softens the dry shards of our self-worth in the center of His palms...

kneading, ever-kneading--sometimes gently,

sometimes with great pressure, till we are made anew.

Then we are altogether strengthened by His grace.

Meadows of glory bloom. For what purpose, we sometimes wonder.  Why do You care when I am broken and crushed?  Why do seeds die, then struggle to reach the top of the earth?  To burst forth in glory for the pleasure of You, O, Lord.  You have a plan for each seed that dies and you have a plan for me each time my heart is broken.  From the depths of my pain are pods of stronger seeds to share with others.  To give away.  To flutter in the wind, sometimes.  To be picked up by some passing bluebird and carried across the oceans to land upon a land I've never seen.  And in that land, another meadow begins to grow. selahV

"You shall increase my greatness, And comfort me on every side." vs. 21

Remind me, Father, of the flowers I have found along the way.  

Comments

[Vicki]

Beautiful, my friend.