I wonder if the life I know was predestined will spring up from me.
Am I beyond reparation?
This soil of mine…cracked, thirsting for more…
Will it ever reveal new life?
It becomes a bit cumbersome for a bud with little hope
To wonder if it'll ever come into full bloom.
Seeds have been sown.
Weeds are being pulled.
Thorns are gradually being snipped away.
Intermittent sunshine and rain.
Just when there seemed to be no hope in this arid land
God breaks open the heavens, and pours out His blessings.
He is not withholding his greatness from His people.
And I am reminded of a word whispered to me before one Sunday service…
"You are good ground."
While damp, muddy, and a bit messy…good ground, indeed.
If My people, who are called by My name, shall humble themselves, pray, seek, crave,and require of necessity My face and turn from their wicked ways, then will I hear from heaven, forgive their sin, and heal their land. Now My eyes will be open and My ears attentive to prayer offered in this place. For I have chosen and sanctified (set apart for holy use) this house, that My Name may be here forever, and My eyes and My heart will be here perpetually.
2 Chronicles 7:14-16 (AMP)
But He said to me, My grace (My favor and loving-kindness and mercy) is enough for you [sufficient against any danger and enables you to bear the trouble manfully]; for Mystrength and power are made perfect (fulfilled and completed) and show themselves most effective in [your] weakness. Therefore, I will all the more gladly glory in my weaknesses and infirmities, that the strength and power of Christ (the Messiah) may rest (yes, may pitch a tent over and dwell) upon me!
2 Corinthians 12:9