For the last few days, I’ve been amused by the flock of
pheasants harvesting their breakfast from the stubble of the field round our
house. I counted over twenty this morning.
When I returned a few hours later, the farmer was just
finishing ploughing it up. What are the pheasants going to eat now?, I
wondered. Well, they’re all back, and they’ve brought their friends. As I watch
them out there, I realise how little I know. They are probably grateful to the farmer for serving
them up a feast of wriggly treats.
‘Break up your unploughed ground,’ Hosea advised. ‘for it is
time to seek the Lord, until he comes and showers righteousness on you.’
God doesn’t want to feed us worms, he wants to feed us his
life-giving word. But so often, I am too busy, too world-weary, too self-absorbed,
too jaded to receive what he has for me. Help me, Lord, to take time to break
up my fallow ground, those bits of me which have become hardened and
impenetrable. Help me to open myself to you, looking to you for sustenance,
encouragement and protection.
… ‘Because you have
depended on your own strength … the roar of battle will rise against your
people…’
I depend on you, Jesus. Help me to depend on you fully, and
not on my own paltry efforts.
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