Who grows the crops?
I cast aside old ideas, but with what did I replace them?
I look out upon the field and see all that must go right. The fence must hold, the rains must come, the crops must thrive. The harvest — is it my doing that it be bountiful?
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I do not do the growing.
I believe so much depends on my own industry, when it is you, Lord, who moves the world and arranges its parts. Am I responsible for the sunshine?
Let me depend more fully on you, Lord, in all things. Let me uncenter myself. Renew my mind, that I may understand grateful dependence.
– from the mountain
Consider:
Can I see and accept my true role?
Reading:
“The creation of a thousand forests is in one acorn.”
— Ralph Waldo Emerson
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“I am a hole in a flute that the Christ’s breath moves through. Listen to this music.”
— Hafiz
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“So then neither is he that planteth any thing, neither he that watereth; but God that giveth the increase.”
— 1 Corinthians 3:7 (KJV)
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