Words are like seeds

Words are like seeds.

Latent potential.

Some seeds are dried. Some seeds are in the wrong place.

Some seeds are planted deep.

Some seeds are germinating.

Some seeds grow into beautiful trees.

And some seeds actually bear fruit, and bring forth more seeds.

Love is the essence of life.

And in the seed of faith, I find you.

Word who became flesh.

I am yours.

So plant me in your word, Holy Spirit.

I believe.

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. You will go out in joy and be led forth in peace; the mountains and hills will burst into song before you, and all the trees of the field will clap their hands. Instead of the thornbush will grow the pine tree, and instead of briers the myrtle will grow. This will be for the Lord’s renown, for an everlasting sign, which will not be destroyed.

Speak, Word, and live in me, through me.
Your seed planted in me. My delight is in the law of the Lord, and on your law I meditate day and night. I am like a tree planted by streams of water, which yields its fruit in season and whose leaf does not wither. Whatever I do prospers. For the Lord watches over the way of the righteous, but the way of the wicked will perish.

J’adore Jesu.