There once was a skunk
His name was Monk
He was shy around people
But to the girl skunks
He was a hunk.
He went about his day
Living come what may
His plan was to take
All the land that came his way.
You may not see him take the land
But you will know he has been there
Because Monk the skunk
The house needs repairs
The siding is falling off
Rain is coming through
Flowers are blooming
New grass is killing old weeds
Cold has disappeared.
I’m trying my hand at Haiku
The sun shines brightly
The clouds cover intently
What season is it
Lord what are you up to today
Every morning this is what I say
Gazing out the window
To peak at the new day
I’m taking care of everything
Is His reply to me
Even concerning the birds you see
Sitting in the tree
Though the season’s changed
They lack nothing
Because I prepared a way
For them to be protected
From harsh winter wind
I’ve provided berries
On bushes and trees
That will keep them fed
Until the cold winter ends
As you can see
I’m as busy as can be
Fulfilling my word
About the faithfulness of Me.
Last week I set up a bird feeder in my back yard. Since then I have been waiting for the birds to flock to the feeder and join in the feast set for them. For the last five days I’ve been waiting for them to show up for the feast but none accepted the invitation to be seated at the table and served a delectable meal.
This morning I heard a beautiful melody that drew me to the window. As I gazed out the window my eyes fell upon five little birdies on the ground pecking away searching for food.
I’m in the window acting like a game show host trying to get them to look up. “Look up, look up,” I kept encouraging them as if they could hear me and see the prize that was awaiting them. They’d get close to the pole and then hop away but never look up at the banquet house they were invited to.
I got a revelation. I saw myself looking in all the wrong places or not at all for what God has for me. He’s encouraging me–go this way, go that way. No, no, no back up. Turn around. Wait 15 minutes. Never hearing, never seeing–just not getting it. Off I stomped. Believing God never answered my prayer.
He did answer and had it waiting for me but I didn’t see it. I didn’t hear it. I didn’t still myself to get directions. I didn’t trust Him. My works will help God get me what I prayed for because of course He can’t supply my need by Himself.
When I walked away from the window the birds were still on the ground pecking away. Silence fell upon the yard and not hearing the chirping I figured they moved on to look elsewhere. There it was again, the same melody that drew me to the window earlier. I ran to the window and to my amazement one bird came to the banquet table and was feasting on the meal prepared for them. He looked up. He won. I’m sure he will go out and gather others and bring them back for the festive celebration and they all will know they don’t have to labor pecking for food any more in this yard–just show up.
We don’t have to work hard in our own strength to obtain the blessings God said He has for us in His Word. We receive them by faith and we will have them in God’s perfect time.
What do you do when you think God hasn’t answered your prayers? Do you try to make it happen in your time and strength?
Joy, Fulfillment, Satisfaction.
These words describes how I feel about my back yard, especially my little flower garden area God told me to work on this year.
I haven’t always felt that way. I use to look at it and the negatives were larger than life.
This year I decided to look again differently. I’d stand in the middle of the yard and look at it from all angles. Most times I didn’t get any revelation of what I was to do.
One day the Lord told me to work in the area I bricked off last year. There were a few flowers that were transplanted last year from other areas. Weeds that were trying to claim that piece of property had to be dealt with first.
Flower shopping was the next task. Along with getting flowers soil amending products were needed.
Get the weeds out! They got to go! I’m making progress! This is becoming beautiful! I love it!
I kept saying those things to myself to encourage me to keep going. I fought long and hard to disengage the weeds that didn’t want to let go.
After the weeds were removed the planting began. Some plants were moved several times until I knew they were in the right place. Finally the flower garden was complete. It is beautiful. The plants are growing, growing, growing. A smile comes on my face when I think about the garden.
Working where the Lord told me has now spilled into other areas of the yard. I’m slowly and thoughtfully adding to the yard. There is a lot to do but I’m up for the challenge. My expectation is a beautiful, peaceful garden where I can sit and meditate on Gods goodness.
Looking back at the beginning of this journey I realize I had no plan that could withstand being overwhelmed by what I saw. Listening to the Lord and following His instructions step by step got me through the discouragement of what I was seeing. I now see through His eyes. If He can fix the earth that was void without form, He can work wonders in my little yard.
What are you looking at through your eyes instead of His eyes?