Don’t judge each day by the harvest you reap but by the seeds that you plant.
~ Robert Louis Stevenson, Scottish Author
“OOHhhh, I think I’m going to cry,” she says chokingly as she reachs to hug me. “I’ve wanted this for so long, and every time I see the one you made for C, I can’t keep from wishing I had one of mine… and now I do!”
I’d followed her into the back bedroom of my neighbor’s home, not wanting to steal thunder from the sales party going on out front when I surprised her with my “yellow bungalow bouquet.” (Read about that “bouquet” here: Seeds in our hands.) And now she has me tearing up too.
The shine in her eyes, the catch in her voice… that’s my harvest for this little Lenten seed, I ruminate…
Ominous words from someone I’d mentioned this to the day before, someone who didn’t know this friend, echo back. “Oh, I don’t know,” she’d shaken her head, clucked a warning. “What if it rakes up the loss?”
Taken aback, I’d wondered about that. “Lord?” I inquired silently.
Don’t worry, seemed to come the answer. An assuring remembrance of His presence in the drawing of this gift. A believing that God will not let this seed fall fallow.
And now…here in this quiet, holy moment between the back room and laughing voices out front, where women all around me are gaily trying on colorful outfits on show to purchase, I slip into a garment of praise… oil of gladness flowing.
May the wonder of His same oil flow over you today, pressed down, shaken and running over. And fill all our pockets full of seed anointing.
The Spirit of the Lord God is upon me; because the Lord hath anointed me… to give unto them beauty for ashes, the oil of joy for mourning, the garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness; that they might be called trees of righteousness, the planting of the Lord, that he might be glorified.
~ Isaiah 61: 1, 3 KJV
© Pam Depoyan