Spring in My Heart

I know it's summer . . .

But as I was straightening up my pantry this afternoon, I spotted sprouting potatoes that needed to be used.  I brought them to the sink and started cutting sprouts away, washing and slicing them into smaller pieces in order to cook faster.  One potato in particular had this sprout deep in it's interior . . . I had to butcher the potato in order to try and get it out.

God brought to my mind that I should be like this potato . . . growing, sprouting, preparing for the future.  It wouldn't stop at anything . . . It just HAD to come bursting forth with new life!

It made me think of the verse that talks about out of our bellies will flow rivers of living waters . . .  the gushing of new life and growth and inspiration that can ONLY come from God himself.

What is in my heart?

Is it Spring?  Can anything stop it?  The other potatoes around it weren't that desperate to grow yet . . . but like the thankful leper who came back to give thanks . . . Could I be like this potato?  Intense deep joy and vibrant life that it gushes and pours fourth not letting any trial or problem get the best of it?

Wanna join me?  Wanna keep that SPRING in your heart?

I do.

I want that . . .

I want to live with LIFE coming forth!

I want to give NEW life and growth . . . It's what He created me to do . . .

True Light

The light of the city cast a warm glow on the horizon . . . It was cold and dark right before dawn as I sat on a lawn chair in the woods. Yes, I was along for the parental supervision of a minor, hunting.

Yesterday, I sat on a crooked wet, stump. The time before that, just a camp stool . . . and the sky was dripping :) so I couldn't read my book or write or text . . . I just had to sit still . . . and I am not used to much silence or solitude though I dream of such.

It wasn't light enough yet to read the little Bible that I had brought along, so I sipped on the hot coffee and delighted in the fresh, crisp winter air. My mind pondered around the thought of the light . . . and how that the light from the city in the dark of the night could seem like the light to "follow after" . . . Because that was the light that was there . . . But in reality it was fake light, man-made . . .

Now the Eastern sky was beginning to show light . . . Slowly every so slowly, yet steadily the light crept in . . . Brighter and brighter . . . It had given off the same light as the city for a bit, but soon outshone the man-made lights. The real sunrise, the true light was dawning and there was no stopping it.

And then, day was upon us . . . The sun, that burning ball of fire, that ever intense brightness ruled supreme. Night is coming again, we all know that. Dark times, cold times, long and lonely times . . . Will I hold out and wait for the real true light or will I let the cheap, counterfeit "light" fill my heart and take God's place . . .

This world's light does not hold a candle to the light and Light God created.

A Reason Why

A Take of Two Prisoners

This is one of the reasons why I serve God . . .  In the core of our being, God gives forgiveness and Grace for us to love and forgive others when it is not humanly possible . . .