
This week, I have been thinking quite a bit about seeds. Mostly about how there are a million different kinds, but that they all follow the same pattern of growth.
For example, a seed of hope. Planted well, the seed of hope can change a person's life forever.
Or, the seed of generosity. This kind of seed also sprouts and produces new seeds of generosity if handled with care.
Seeds of love are how you and yours fell head over heels in the first place...and how perhaps kiddos or pets or extended family came into you life as well.
There are seeds that breed negativity, unfortunately.
Seeds like bad moods, jealousy, and hate.
These are obviously the seeds we try desperately not to sow. But some days, that proves to be as daunting as a task as the nurturing required to make good seeds grow!
It sounds silly, but I suppose I have had all of these thoughts about seeds because I have been sickly, ickly, yucky sick. Like - in the horizontal position on the futon my Joshy lovingly put practically on top of the roaring woodstove to ease my body achin'. Ugh - how I despise, despise, despise being icky. I knew it was coming on, but I kept doing the ignore game, and obviously, the I-suddenly-am-not-going-to-take-my-vitamins nor am I going to get enough sleep deal lost.
I have waved my white flag to my Maker, I have begged between sighs to get back to that lovin' feeling.
Now, eye drops, appointments with many a horse pill meds later, I am well accustomed to this routine:
You know, during my many shuffling trips to the kitchen, I considerd that there are "seeds" like germs, that if introduced to you on a low-immune system day, can infiltrate, and again - grow, grow.
hmmmmm.
Starr Strung is also a seed to me - a seed planted in my life nearly five years ago, that has grown, and grown, and grown. And I don't type that here in a haughty manner...the growing pains have downright sucked.
When I first left my job as an editor, I remember just praying, praying, praying my little heart out that God would just cover my business in blessings, and that I could be used in some way as an instrument. Whether thru my creativity, my writing here, or elsewhere.
Kind of selfish sounding, now that I review that memory.
And then, Joyce Meyer said something this morning while I puttered about that made me stop:
"Everything God gives us comes in seed form."
Wow.
Double wow.
Just because we are given blessings, or opportunities, or ideas...well, that doesn't mean these things are at the full maturity of God's shining on us.
I see that much easier now - at least with my ideas for my little business, and also with our home and the relationships here, and business "friendships" forged over the past few weeks - we are not given pre-packaged, ready-to-serve opportunity from God.
Golly, that makes me stop and really think.
So - as I pondered the seeds planted unto me (because I think it's safe to say we all have quite a few at any given time zone in our lives), I considered that maybe God allowed the planting of the sicklies seed...so that I would sit...and look over all my new beads that I've been so busy running I haven't fully enjoyed...and make some new things. I think God wants to see the seeds that he plants in us grow into beautiful, thriving, incredible representations of his love. And I believe that even if it's jewelry (and all of the amazing components of experiencing this, like meeting new and different and darling people,) I can be exactly what I am called to be.
So...with that said, here are what seeds of pretty and plenty I planted for Starr Strung today....and it feels good to see my dining room table filling. For this Friday is this:
I like this day...and I'm so very grateful for...the ability to accept the seeds that are planted and then entrusted to my care by my Maker. I think I'm going to start approaching all bits of my life with the attitude that I haven't been given burdens to carry, but instead, opportunities to nurture. And the results - no matter how soon or far off - will always be just exactly what I am supposed to enjoy.
I hope the seeds of your life are blooming into beautiful flowers...and that you , too , are able to enjoy the fruits of your labors.
"Though it is the smallest of all your seeds, yet when it grows, it is the largest of garden plants and becomes a tree, so that the birds of the air come and perch in its branches."
~ Matthew 13:32
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