I speak for those who hurt. I mourn with those who mourn. And I speak for myself.
Please don't try to take my pain from me. You simply can't.
But if you try you put a sheet on a broken leg that will never see a doctor... or healing. Let me face my pain. If you take away the pain, you take away the cross. If you are not willing to sit with me through the pain, your impatience will rob you of seeing the beautiful things I know God will do
because of my pain.
Soon the seed that has died will spring into hope. But if you take a way the pain, the silence of death, you unearth that seed -- you cease its growth. Please don't try to cover up my pain. Please just sit with me as I sink deep into the ground, as my spirit dies a little more each day. We both know we will again see the light of day. But friend, can you be okay in the silence, knowing that day may not be today?
As I die and you do too, a beautiful thing will happen -- we will become new. The pain will give birth to fragile life. Then we will get strong enough to burst through the ground and grow taller than we ever were. There's the
Son! I've never seen him from so high off the ground. As time passes, we watch and branches form as our death keeps giving birth to what's new. See what He is making!
But only the Sower can give us patience to sit side by side as the pain becomes something beautiful. Will you watch with me at what the Sower will do? Will you sit with me and just
be?
What you sow does not come to life unless it dies. And what you sow is not the body that is to be, but a bare kernel, perhaps of wheat or of some other grain...So is it with the resurrection of the dead. What is sown is perishable; what is raised is imperishable. It is sown in dishonor; it is raised in glory. It is sown in weakness; it is raised in power... 1 Corinthians 15:35-37, 42-43
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Inspired by "Sower's Song" by Andrew Peterson and soaking time in 1 Corinthians 15
