It is 2 degrees out today and it is snowing slightly. It is just wet snow that doesn't settle as it falls. I realised why I love it when it snows. It is because the snow falls so gently, silently and unhurriedly. There's no rush. It's a wonder to see these frozen rain drops gently ambling to their resting place on the ground.
It reminds me of a scripture in Isaiah, where the prophet speaks of a prophetic word being just like that.
As the rain and the snow come down from heaven, and do not return to it without watering the earth and making it bud and flourish, so that it yields seed for the sower and bread for the eater, so is my word that goes out from my mouth:
It will not return to me empty,
but will accomplish what I desire
and achieve the purpose for which I sent it. Is 55:10,11
but will accomplish what I desire
and achieve the purpose for which I sent it. Is 55:10,11
A prophetic word goes forth and speaks to us. It falls on us, covers us, and rests upon us, taking its time. It settles. It goes through a process. It refreshes the earth. It gets absorbed. It causes growth to the seeds of talent latent within our life-purpose and destinies. Those seeds bud and flourish and push up through the soil. It's growth is painful, tender and fragile at the beginning. Eventually it produces fruit or wheat that has to be threshed and sifted. Then the wheat goes through a long process before it is ever turned into bread for the eater.
That's an encouragement to me. The prophetic word takes time to work itself through to FRUITION. But his word is true and it is real. And this is the promise that the Father speaks over us to encourage us.
'So is my word that goes out from my mouth. It will not return to me empty, but will accomplish what I desire and achieve the purpose for which I sent it.'
What God speaks over us and into our lives will come to pass.
Just like snow.
1 comment:
It's true, it's true. That is what rain and snow are for, to soak into the soil, as God's word can soak into our lives.
A lesson from the world around us:
If the trees are stripped from the land, the water runs off so quick, it cannot soak in. As people try to get more out of the land by clearing the forest to plant crops, less rain falls and what does falls does not soak into the land. So the soil becomes dry and gets washed away, and it gets ever harder to grow crops there. Counter - productive, you see.
So perhaps in our lives, if we run around trying to make them more efficient, we may find, too late, that we have cut away too much, and now God's blessings, including His word, just wash off us, so we end up parched and barren. One day, we have just cut out too many prayer times, rest times, visits to old friends, walks in the woods, and there is no-where in our lives for the cool water of God's word to stop. Except, by the grace of God, it is not Too Late. He made the rain, he made the trees and the hills, and he made us. If we return to Him, he will see us fed again. If we repent of our inner deforestation, our mis-guided efficiency drives, he can and will rain, and snow, on us again.
RichH
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