The young woman was so full. There were still some days she struggled, with sadness or loneliness or worry, doubt and fear. But even her bad days were good because she had something she’d never had before…hope. She knew who to call out to for help. He is an ever-present help in the time of trouble. Each day she spent with the King she realized that He didn’t want her to have it all figured out. He didn’t expect that at all. He just wanted her heart and He’d work out all the details. It was a heavy load she was relieved to not carry anymore. His love trumped everything. It triumphed all things and she was starting to believe it.
When Jason and I first got married, we lived in a sweet little house in Flatwoods.
I decided one spring that I was going to grow a garden.
Let me make it known, I am not a farmer.
I have found that I am super lazy when it comes to growing things and taking care of them while they produce some sort of fruit for me…
I’ve accepted it.
If I want a tomato, I’ll go to Kroger. No big.
So my first endeavor was cucumbers.
I haphazardly tossed some seeds in the ground, covered them back up, gave them a bit of water and went on my way.
I’ll be honest, I forgot about the cucumbers.
Life went on, we played, went to school/work/church routine day in and day out.
I honestly don’t even know how much time had elapsed when one Sunday I was out in the yard and looked along the foundation of the house when something caught my eye.
Well, my God. Wouldja lookatthat…cucumbers!
I was SO excited! I freaking grew something! And it was with no effort on my part whatsoever!
I went to church that evening and testified about it! Granted, our pastor at the time looked at me like I’d lost my marbles, you know, praising God for forgotten cucumbers and what not.
But the joy was not lost on me!
Looking back something profound hit me.
I am those cucumbers.
You are a cucumber.
Sorry if you aren’t a fan of the cucumber…just work with me.
You guys! Don’t you see? All that growth was going on in the deep dark of the ground. Where it is cold and lonely and forgotten for that little seed.
I’m about ready to shout here…
If that seed could he’d be saying, “Well, here I am. Buried, not a thing is going on. Nobody cares for me. What’s the point anyway? Is this it? This is dumb. Hello?”
You may feel like you are lonely and forgotten and tossed aside.
But God is about to do a work in you! He’s about to burst you forth like something fierce and you are going to break through the ground into His glorious light to fulfill your calling and your purpose to fulfill His plan!
I MEAN COME ON!!!!
God does His greatest work in the dark.
You may be going through a dry season right now.
Where you don’t feel like much is going on.
A holding pattern so to speak because plans may not have turned out like you wanted.
Like you’re floundering around day after day, thinking, well, maybe God has forgotten about me.
I’ve been there.
I’ve laid in my bed and prayed between clenched teeth, “God! Please don’t you forget about me!”
I’ve heard Joyce Meyer say that we need to “learn to trust God with the timing of when He is going to use us.” Because when we do…hold on tight!
Can I pray with you?
Oh, my God. You are so great and wonderful! The fact that you care about the cosmos and little me is mindblowing! Thank you for caring about our details. Lord, I have been here. In the desert. In the dark. Feeling forgotten because my plans haven’t worked out like I planned or pictured or hoped. But God, give us the courage to believe You at Your word. That you have a plan and a purpose to prosper us and not to harm us. I speak peace over the hearts of my sisters today Lord who feel stuck. I speak strength to them to do as Your word in Galatians says, to not be weary in well doing because your promise is that in due season we will reap, IF we do not faint. Lord we are ready to reap. We are ready for all that You have promised us. We are ready for all that You want for us. Nothing more and nothing less.
In Your mighty name we pray. AMEN
I’m a book-shelving, former tap dancer, wanna be writer, singer,
and banjo player, mother of 4, wife of 1, follower of Christ,
walking in the shadow of the Proverbs 31 woman
and redeemed by the grace and love of an Almighty God…
just living the dream.