Soil, hard with clay and stone. Creates a landscape barren. Barren, dry, plain, and forlorn.
But with a shovel, some dirt, sweat and possibly tears – seeds can be fallen to bring about hope.
Planting seeds of promise. Promise of refreshing fruit.
“. . . unless a kernel of wheat falls to the ground and dies, it remains only a single seed. But if it dies, it produces many seeds.” (1)
“If it dies, it produces,” produces and multiplies. Life and fruit overcome. Life then, overcomes the weeds.
Soil prepared and seeds planted, required sun and water surrounded – the “kernel of wheat falls to the ground and dies,” and a miracle springs up before our eyes.
Fragile, tender – however, life’s there!
Promise of a flower, a tomato, or pear. Fruit of self-control, and gentleness, and care.
“. . . unless a kernel of wheat falls to the ground and dies,”
“Jesus, You see my struggle. May I determine to focus on Your eyes. On the cross, You, the Lamb of God, willingly laid Your life down for me – that I might overcome, and be made free.
The struggle, the strain. Who likes “to die?” But the promise of newness- the guarantee of life. I will fix my eyes upon Jesus, and ask that You be magnified.
Magnify Your splendor. Magnify Your grace. Magnify Your steadfast love. No longer barren, but now a beautiful landscape.
A landscape of hope. Earth filled with color. Land providing sustenance. Fruit in multiplication- spread to splash this world with color.
“. . . unless a kernel of wheat falls to the ground and dies, it remains only a single seed. But if it dies, . . .”
the fruit of love is spread all over.
(1) John 12:24, NIV