Learning from God-of-the-Angel-Armies

Listen to me now.
   Give me your closest attention.
Do farmers plow and plow and do nothing but plow?
   Or harrow and harrow and do nothing but harrow?
After they've prepared the ground, don't they plant?
   Don't they scatter dill and spread cumin,
Plant wheat and barley in the fields
   and raspberries along the borders?
They know exactly what to do and when to do it.
   Their God is their teacher.

And at the harvest, the delicate herbs and spices,
   the dill and cumin, are treated delicately.
On the other hand, wheat is threshed and milled, but still not endlessly.
   The farmer knows how to treat each kind of grain.
He's learned it all from God-of-the-Angel-Armies,
   who knows everything about when and how and where. 

Isaiah 28:23-29 msg

 

The ground You have given me to work

is not mere soil, of earth — 

the ground I work is fleshy,

found deep within the hearts 

of these precious ones You have given me.

You have given me these hearts

to plow and break up,

to sow and to tend,

and to one day see a harvest.

Each heart is home to different seed.

Each needs different care.

Some must be treated with such tender, tender care.

Sheltered in the shade, until they are ready 

to face the sun.

Others are more hardy, 

growing quickly, without much effort,

ready to sprout up and thrive in the sun. 

 

Each soil, each seed needs tending,

needs water, food, light.

Teach me, God-of-the-Angel-Armies.

Show me how to care for each heart,

Gardener of Eden.

 

Thank You that You know 

everything about 

when and how and where.