Bloom where you’re planted
Grow where you land
Grounded, wild beauty
In sleep, or colour so grand
A tree stood outside of the village.
Few noticed the tree as they went about the business of their days and nights.
But of those few who saw the tree, and stepped aside from the road to look closer, none would remain as they once were.
All who came to the tree saw their names carved into the timber.
All who kneeled before the tree and reached out to touch and own that they recognized their own name on this tree, grateful that they were named there, found they were washed by the tree’s life-blood, till they were clothed anew, white like light.
By this light were these few of the few given to see their gifts beneath the tree – once again, named with their own name.
Of these few clothed in white light, some would never open their gifts, some would open, but never use that contained within.
But a few of these few would receive, open, and use their own named gifts. They would provide for each other by use of these gifts. They would provide for those whose gifts remained unopened or unused. They would even provide for the passers-by, on the road and in the village.
As these few, of the few, of the few accessed and used their gifts, their gifts increased in depth and beauty and strength – and the few grew themselves, in strength, beauty, joy, insight and peace – their light shone brighter with every use of their gifts.
And those who came to the tree, saw their name engraved there, but would not acknowledge it as their own, nor embrace the tree and its gifts with gratefulness, wandered endlessly.
Unsettled in the village, unsettled on the road, and resentful of the tree…
…The tree stood outside of the village, off the oft-travelled road, but high and lifted up on the hill…
the bestower of life, gifts, restoration and purpose.
A world of difference
Clawing against design
Cry and fight, rebel
Searching, peering, looking
How to search for the unknown?
How to recognize the unseen?
How to rest and be satisfied?
How to find?
Accept what is!
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There was a girl who grew up in a family with two sisters and 4 brothers. At first they lived on a farm with sheep, who had black faces. Then the dad died, so the family moved to live amongst the trees at the bottom of a small mountain.
As the family grew, the eldest girl was often told that she didn’t belong. Sometimes a brother would tell her that the mum and dad were not really her mum and dad. This girl became a woman, but still she didn’t know for certain if this truly was her family.
Other people who knew them, could see that all the sisters looked alike, they often spoke alike and though there was no proof, it seemed to them that she was indeed from this family’s mum and dad.
One day when this eldest girl of the family was quite an old lady, her son found a birth certificate in another town. The certificate said that she was from this family and the mum and dad of the other children were definitely her own mum and dad. Her son had been looking for a long time.
It was very nice to know for sure that this was her family. But you could tell before they knew for sure, especially because she looked so much like her sisters.
When Jesus was a man, before He died, his brothers didn’t believe that He was God’s Son as well as Mary’s son. Even though He said things like God and acted like God, which made Him look like God.
But after Jesus had died, so that we don’t have to; and after God had made Him alive again, so we can live with Him forever, some people who didn’t believe He was God’s Son, changed their minds.
James, a book in the Bible we believe was written by Jesus’ brother who perhaps changed his mind. So, like James and Paul in the Bible, if we find out that we’re wrong we can change our minds. And that means we’re being honest, we’re telling the truth.
We can say to God and to people, “I’m sorry, I was wrong. Please forgive me. Now I know the truth, the truth is what I will say.”
James, John 7, Acts
The Son shines through the dark,
I see the dust and dirt
The Spirit Wind blows,
The fog of dust is gone
With the light of the Son
And the power of the Spirit Wind
I clean away the marks
Left by the dust and dirt
I see the struggle in your face, it shows
You’re mad and cross at grace, I know
To calm your fear, you try control
But fear’s driven out by love, that’s all
When other’s fail, you have no time
Acceptance comes when they toe, your line
But as God measures you by what Christ has done
So your measure of others will to Christ succumb
When the pride of your praise and abstinence fails
And you see your weakness is akin to ours
May the grace God bestows on you because He chooses
Flow to those you have judged and heal all bruises
22/11/2009 Gina Marie