Stubborn Ground

          The light rises, and with it the thing we call day; something is coming. Life wakens and begins to stir as new calls to everyone. Seeds of effort are gathered and taken to the fields of possibility... where anything can happen. 

          Here attempts are made, productivity is sought upon the environments that is unyielding, and we are stopped for a time. This is the stubborn ground most call hard days. We "plant" our "seeds " of efforts and it's constantly met with resistance, even frustration and disappointment; still we plant and work the "fields" called a new day. 

           These have been my days lately. Still, there is a new faith that is developed here where dependence on Jesus is established. This is where we learn that we can't do it all alone without Him. We may do some, but the results will be far less than magnificent. I am learning this lesson over and over, and it's not easy, but on these brutal grounds something is growing as I learn to trust in and depend on Jesus, where I actually seek His presence and direction. I am currently learning this. I have NOT mastered it. The daily encounters with Jesus have been helping, and I am finding more grace as I seek Him more. Here, I must remember that I can do all things THROUGH Him, EVEN yield amazing results from stubborn ground if I will seek Him, listen and follow as He leads; no matter what the "grounds" look like. 

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