I know a Farmer who only sows light in dark fields

After watching several YouTube videos on farming an overarching theme of connection has surfaced. The farmers have a connection identity to who they are and what they are doing. each in their own way proclaim how they get life from and reason for by farming.
There were times of distress in my life I couldn't go anywhere to get,,,,, I was spent out I couldn't water nuttin for me, in me to even get a sip. It was here all I could do was ....remain in his love . Existing in and not struggling for, it was like he was saying come drink the still water awaits ,the rushing waters cannot heal the stillness you need.

Behind the Invisable

   
Behind the invisible is he our Father.
Come live above as we travel alongside.
The invisible is both things seen and unseen.
When imprisoned by the seen look to his love.
His comfort might appear as a spect of insignificance to that which you face,
but within the invisible is a force of action that invisibly takes place unthwarted by any force that dares to threaten.
This force is able to complete any request, spot on in timing and purpose.
This force is true rest from the evil whisperer who insistently says; "how good it will be to be free of these circumstances, how long till that day comes ? Will it ever come? You don't deserve this on a million levels."
This force need only be a spect to be all.
He is closer than any whisperer
His name is Love.
Walk looking, and he will show you what to see, lay before him cold stone heart and his purifying love will dissolve it to caring rich soil.
That which we cannot see the invisible, he is able to hold and in the process our heart desire to be loved, valued, grows in his light.
Jesus, Father, I need you!

Popped

Word attempts fall short the uncaptured bubbles of Gods wonders. When touched they pop, Market them they pop, Duplicate them they pop. His design of now, holds The life in no other.

The Holder of me

The outpouring of the inpouring...... The catching of a falling star...... For tastes of parts of moments....... I catch a wisp of the wonder........ And gaze at it in a jar....... The outside comes in as words........ The inside shines out as life........ Tenderness is its door........ Love that shines from behind....... Glimpse of the holder of all value And me .............................. Wrestling with the puzzle of me....... Blinds me from seeing the freedom that covers me....... Oh foolish me living in the confusion of searching while spinning around in an eddy of found....... The thief is always robbing me....... Discovering the me in me is a discovery of the he in me And the me in he....... Mystery and delight unfolds, back dropped

by a multitude of lights depicting each page,

Constant Discoveries

Winston the dog Moves in a sea of knees, children pulling , yanking with sounds that never cease....... Wandering through it all he teaches me,,,,,,,,, not with my head but in my soul,,,,,,,,, incomplete pieces of sense wrought of the Fathers design.......... We desire to know in full but only get in part,,,,,,,,,,,,, as I gaze from behind the rock. ...….......................

The Garage Doors Of January

With Christmas festivities over and 10 weeks till spring pokes it's head out of the cold, January for most is a time to look back and look forward. For me it is a time to catch up on bookkeeping, organize my office and set myself up for the year to come. I am not pulled to the New Year Resolution bit, but the continuation of what Papa is doing in me old heart.The new year has this spirit about it that spurs us, to press on to what lies ahead. When I was a kid it was the joy of straightening my tackle box latter it was my tool box, then it was my car, what ever peaked my interest the most seem to get the most attention. Now that I am in my crusty years of life, the mountains that I look forward to scaling lie within my heart and manifest themselves in the kick of what is God going to do next. This January I carry within my soul the same get in order desire so as to be fully ready for the next adventure Papa might have in store. I think back to the Apostle Paul words of casting off all that hinders us to running this race.It is the same invitation from our Heavenly Father,to cast off the junk, clean out the office or shop, stop the sinning so as to be ready for what's coming around the next bend. Every one talks about getting rid of the extra pounds around the waist which is the outward sign of inward sin.How much so the extra inward weight we carry in our soul. January is a great month to trade in the old clunker of the heart for the new of all God is. Like a new car smell there is a refreshing new God smell as we clean out the garage of our heart. Can you hear Papas words? " Turn your heart to me, open it's garage doors and allow me to clean it, you sit over there on that box and just make sure the garage door doesn't shut and watch how much I can get done in a garage with open doors." Lord come clean quickly.

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Repentance ; it's an attitude of the heart

Repentance, the daily intake of fresh life giving heart exchange, his for mine.
Shucking off the old and embracing the Him.
 Repentance, an attitude of a heart that yearns for more of Papas love and affection. Repentance, the always open door my heart to his. Not a have too, not a I should, but a word that describes the freedom of a natural flow of living loved.
It is the result of love's incredible force rushing toward the desired object of its affection. It is the homecoming rush of lovers as they race to each other.
 Repentance, not just a word or an action but a sweet part of who my Papa is, the eternal open hug, open invitation of all he is.
Oh come, drink deep from a well that shall never run dry and every slurp is a surprise.