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. ...….......................