A blade of grass, EVEN.
Green and growing.
The soft cushion for the weary traveler.
A bed of grass to nestle sheep.
Such is our life in the Masters plan.
Together we stand to nourish and
compliment and care for one another;
This heavenly body are we.
Let us hold fast our roots in HIM who
can nourish and bless; who can send the
spring rains into our lives to spur the growth.
Let us not be found thriving under the
tangled bushes of the world, where we
serve no purpose.
At times we may be cut back, but it is
only to enhance our beauty, for without
the Master's care, we would become wild
and unfruitful; attracting even enemies to hide
among us.
May our lives continue to grow season
after season, even under the lightning of
His correction, knowing that it will only
enhance the true color of His spirit within.
Let us trust our Great Caretaker to plant
us where He will. Let us be ready to serve
the purpose that He has in mind for us; weather
it is to feed others and give of ourselves, or
to provide comfort, or to stand tall
and be beautiful: a product of His keeping,
that we may be annointment for the eye
who might also be searching for a place
in the landscape of His kingdom.
~RJT