Precious seed

This dry ground longs for rain, months have passed, and still not a drop has fell… I’m longing for a rainy spell, rain fall now…. fall now..

These roots have travelled far, yet to no avail, no water here, no ships that can sail. A parched land seems unsuitable for habitation, yet I have heard this land used to be bountiful and blessed with visitations from distant lands.

Now this land is parched, in need of a fresh start. Winter has been extended this year, summer where are you? Sun will you shine on us here? I cry… but my voice just echoes around this barron land.

I heard a story some time ago, the story said that once some seeds fell on a desert, these seeds sunk deep with no growth. Years later a freak storm came, and rain fell on the abandoned plane. What happened? There was transformation almost instantly, as the rain watered the seeds they seem to have a time of intimacy. These little seeds grew into beautiful trees, these trees produced flowers inviting the birds and the bees. The bees made honey and these trees began to bear fruit, people came as they heard this land was good. They built, they reproduced and this barron land became a neighbourhood.

The moral of the story? All God needs is a seed to grow something from gloom into glory. Take heart, what seems wasted right now can transform quick with just one rainy spell. When the rain of heaven falls, you will see, you will see that you all along are the precious seed.

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Matthew 17:20 Truly I tell you, if you have faith as small as a mustard seed, you can say to this mountain, “move from here to there”, and it will move. Nothing will be impossible for you

God bless

DMZ