Dayzee's Food For The Soul

  
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I got THE- power!! Jesus.
 
 
Barked: Fri May 18, '12 5:01am PST 
“ We will restore them, and will require nothing of them. . . . ”
Nehemiah 5:12

Every year, the music company I worked for gave holiday gifts to its employees. Sometimes the gift was a sweatshirt with the company logo on it or a book of passes to local movie theaters or a box of food from a gourmet company. I figured that when I moved to Bellingham, Washington, we wouldn't see any more gifts, but they must have left my name on the list because that first December a box arrived from the company.

The gift inside looked like a long basket filled with sphagnum moss, but without any kind of plant or flower. The directions said to add water to it when the bulbs began to sprout. I dug around in the moss and, sure enough, there were three bulbs inside. They looked completely dead.

"They must be dormant," my husband said. "That's how bulbs work."

I was skeptical. The tulip bulbs we had bought and planted were in dirt and fertilizer, and it seemed only reasonable that they would sprout. But the bulbs in the moss in a basket with a plastic liner didn't seem to have anything to feed on or root in.

For months, the basket sat there on our kitchen windowsill. Every so often I would glance at it and resist the urge to tell Keith that nothing was happening.

Then, at the end of April, green appeared. Long, flat leaves pushed out of the moss and shot up more than a foot before they curved downward again. A stalk began to grow amid the leaves, and at its top, about the middle of May, huge pink-orange blossoms opened. From nearly nothing—and as I thought, against great odds—amaryllis appeared.

God, help me to see that Your plan includes times of growth, even when there is no visible sustenance.
Abby

aka Abbykins!!
 
 
Barked: Wed May 23, '12 2:22pm PST 
Thank you Dayzee hughug
Skipper

Doodlebop
 
 
Barked: Sat May 26, '12 5:07am PST 
A young, new preacher was walking with an older, more seasoned preacher in the garden one day and feeling a bit insecure about what God had for him to do, he was inquiring of the older preacher. The older preacher walked up to a rosebush and handed the young preacher a rosebud and told him to open it without tearing off any petals.

The young preacher looked in disbelief at the older preacher and was trying to figure out what a rosebud could possibly have to do with his wanting to know the WILL OF GOD for his life and for his ministry. Because of his high respect for the older preacher, he proceeded to TRY to unfold the rose, while keeping every petal intact…It wasn’t long before he realized how it was impossible to do so.

Noticing the younger preacher’s inability to unfold the rosebud while keeping it intact, the older preacher began to tell the following poem…

It is only a tiny rosebud,
A flower of GOD’s design;
But I cannot unfold the petals
With these clumsy hands of mine.
The secret of unfolding flowers
Is not known to such as I.
GOD opens this flower so sweetly,
When in my hands they fade and die.
If I cannot unfold a rosebud,
This flower of GOD’s design,
Then how can I think I have wisdom
To unfold this life of mine?
So I’ll trust in Him for His leading
Each moment of every day.
I will look to Him for His guidance
Each step of the pilgrim way.
The pathway that lies before me,
Only my heavenly Father knows.
I’ll trust Him to unfold the moments,
Just as He unfolds the rose.



rainbow

Abby

aka Abbykins!!
 
 
Barked: Sat Jun 2, '12 5:56am PST 
Thank you Skipper hughug
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