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A Seed Planted

tree oak aesthetic

Underneath the hardened dirt
Where eye can’t see or comprehend
Lies a little seed of hope
Waiting patiently to grow, be seen

This seed has been planted
Through much prayer and trial
This seed of promised healing
Hope for wellness, strength and life

Slowly, ever so slowly
Things begin to change
Newness of life springs forth
But still it is unseen

Unseen by one’s family, unseen by one’s friends
But the one in which it is planted
Knows that something is changing
Even though it is still deep, not found

The substance that surrounds it
Holds it dearly in place
And one day it will surface
And praises will be brought forth at last

But where are the praises before it is seen
Once it is planted, start praising
Encouraging, comforting, supporting

And showers of rain
The heat from sun-rays
All-in-all in surrounding substance
Will bring forth that healing
Until that healing is complete

The strength of a mighty oak
Oh, hardly seen; but still finely finished
A little crimson flower
A delight to all who see

© 2012 – present Liana Wendy Howarth

He Meets Me

happy family father and son element vector

And He meets me where I’m at
Along the shoreline of each heartbeat
Seas roll in, He says, ‘No more’
‘Peace be still, feel My hand, not the heat’

And He meets me with each thought
Dispels every lie from perfect truth
Storms roll in, He says, ‘Don’t fear’
‘Let Me fill your mind with renewed youth’

And He meets me in each step
As I walk the path lit by His word
Sometimes, darkness closes in
He says, ‘Listen to the way you’ve heard’

And He meets me through my sight
Gives me beauty that’s too much to bear
And when I feel overwhelmed
He says, ‘’Tis for you, this love to wear’

And He meets me in each sound
Orchestral heights or softest quietness
A small, still voice can be heard
‘Through each trial, I’m always here to bless’

And He meets me in my heart
Breaking down the cold, mountainous wall
He says, ‘I love you, my child’
‘And I will answer you when you call’

Yes, He meets me everywhere
And I could go on and on and on
Through touch and smell
Through each word spoken
’Tis Him I lean upon

© 2017 Liana Wendy Howarth

C. H. Spurgeon … Evening Meditation … Genesis 8:11

britt-in-fijiSunday, January 29, 2017 This Evening’s Meditation C. H. Spurgeon “The dove came in to him in the evening.” ~ Genesis 8:11 ~ BLESSED be the Lord for another day of mercy, even though I am now weary with its toils. Unto the preserver of men lift I my song of gratitude. The dove found…

via Evening’s With Charles Spurgeon ~ 01.29.17 — His Wings Shadow