Last night, I was standing outside with Brandi, enjiying the gentle cool spring breeze. I could almost smell planting season. Planting season is a lot of hard work, but there is an implicit hope in that work of putting seed in the ground.
Jesus was a seed, and He was planted in the ground. He rose and made us a crop of Brothers and Sisters. The magnitude of this reality can never be fully appreciated. The Creator King became creation to redeem us and transform us into an even greater dimension of His likeness. Simply amazing.
Jesus has already suffered the hardest work of planting, that which was so hard that it was actually impossible for us. We are His miraculous harvest. And we are harvesters, planting seeds of His truth, power, and love. The harvest is already ready.
Father, please send out more workers into the harvest. Jesus, thank you for planting what we could not plant. Thank you for making us your Brothers and Sisters. Holy Spirit, help me keep in step with you today so that your truth, power, and love will be sown effectively. Show me where to harvest. I love you.
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