The mighty rush of the wind
whipping tree seedling
severing from
the mighty pin oak protection
tromped,
hoof pressed,
storm weathered pressed
leaf pressed
water pressed
gravity pressed,
into soil blackness
seemingly world lost
until the core of itself
remembers light
and
flimsy roots push upward
emerging fragile
thinly
waveringly
faith and hope fragile
vulnerable
growing gentle
slow
reaching ever light upward
strengthening
widening
deepening
stretching heavenward
sunward
into a mighty pin oak
sprouting fragile seeds
harsh weather regardless
this born again journey
of a life given over
to our Savior
526) 10 squirrels running past my window at work, as though a tri-cera-cat was chasing them – God showing me He was there and there was fun to be had
527) friends letting us use a field for a son’s air-soft birthday party
528) dinner with friends, laughter, and a faith story of forgiveness in the bible that I hadn’t realized before
529) Grandbaby girl dedicated to the Lord
530) Holding grandbaby girl during church,
531) Her falling asleep without a peep in my arms, that I can do that
532) All my sons sitting in service together
533) Celebrating Father’s Day with my husband. When God answers prayers, He answers abundantly. He gave me an amazing husband!
534) Zinnia seeds grown to bloom
535) Conversations with my sons
536) Cardinals chirping at 6 a.m.
537) Dove calls in the evenings
538) Evening walks with my husband reviewing the progress of our carrots, tomatoes, zinnias, butterfly bushes, peppers, shasta daisies and so many other growing things
539) The hope of prayers answered. I might not know how they are to be answered but God sends clues just when I need them!
540) Things stored in my heart, messages from the Father, that prepared me – the remembrance of those messages
541) pumpkin seeds volunteering
542) my sons’ humor – either in solo or in a chorus.
543) homegrown eggs from a friend – because that’s what friends do
544) my husband helping me because he wants to, not because he has to
545) friends in the blogahood who pray – that they are friends like that.
546) peaches at the Farmer’s market
547) the difference one year can make
Love this post!
Blessings…Chelle
wow… so much I can’t decide what to comment on.
{Melinda} Just beautiful. We can teach and model our faith for our children, but only the Holy Spirit can speak to their hearts and minds through their life experiences. I pray for that regularly. Seeing God meet them at their point of need is so powerful. I want those kinds of experiences for my children, even if it means that suffer pain and disappointment. That’s so hard to watch as a mother, but I know it is what produces a faith that is alive and real.
Thank you for this today! You encouraged another mama. 🙂
this is just beautiful…oh and I know son’s humor…each one adding to the pot…sometimes can be overwhelming…sometimes so much laughter:) and what a gift…a joy to hear your son say…”pray about it”…those seeds do not return void. Praises…
Reading things like this make me hopeful for the future to watch the Lord unfold his plan in my son…who is just a mere 16 months.
Thanks for sharing what He’s done in your sons’ lives!
Mary Beth
newlifesteward.com
I’m in that transition of motherhood like you–seeing the “sapling” gain strength and emerge, as you’ve said, against life’s challenges and trials. It’s stretching “my” faith too as I know some of what lies ahead for them. Great thoughts and inspiring post!
Maryleigh, this is so beautiful and wonderfully, creatively written. You are so talented at bringing a feeling of magic to ordinary circumstances! I love how you wove your poem into the normal details of every day life.
My mom lives in Morehead, so she frequents Lexington and Louisville! I love how you notice your sons’ faith roots poking from the the black soil!
The poem is just divine. And the lesson beneath it on “wind-whipping- moments” inspires one to trust seeds planted to spring forth and bear much fruit, especially when planted in fertile soil. Lovely piece!
This gets this mamma of two just a little bit weepy. Thinking about my own little seeds…
This makes this mamma of two boys just a little bit weepy. thinking about my own little seeds…
Loved this post and the picture of your family at the beach. “Until they are to the world what an oak tree is to an acorn because God is just that big, that powerful and that faithful to us” trusting that God will fulfill His beautiful purpose in our children and grandchildren. That is my prayer for both of us us. Glad I discovered you thanks to Nikki’s prayer project. Blessings to you and your family.
Joy
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