Unplowed Ground...

Too often I am a man of extremes, and when those extremes come, I forget who it is that guides me through them. Things become hard, and cry out for relief. And all the while God waits for me to turn to him, but for some reason, he is the last person I go to.

Likewise, when things are going well, I sit high and mighty on the happiness that I have found, smile a smile to all I see, and never bother to turn and acknowledge the God that gave me that happiness.

When times are difficult, the LORD should be the first place we run to you, and when things are happier and easier, he should be the first one we thank.

All this brought on by "Unplowed Ground" by Ross King:

It's drier here than ever I remember,
The fields that once were green and tall are now so bare.
And patience for relief has turned to anger
And joyous praise has been replaced by faithless prayer.

I used to love to tend these fields for hours
And even times of drought would only serve to spur me on.
But now it seems like years without a shower
And somehow my desire to grow has come and gone.

This was the word to Jeremiah, but I think it applies to me right about now...

Break up your unplowed ground, and turn your heart to Me again.
Lay all your idols down; come confess your sin.
I long to ease your pain and bring your fields to life once more,
But I will not send My rain until you make Me Lord.

A vineyard ripe with blessing now surrounds me,
And every harvest so much more than I hoped for.
But as the fruit increases all around me,
I see how fat I am and I'm still wanting more.

This was the word God gave Hosea, but I think it applies to me right about now...

Break up your unplowed ground, have you so soon forgotten Me?
I cannot watch you bow at the altar of prosperity.
I long to shower down and see our love affair restored.
So break up your unplowed ground; it's time to seek the Lord.

Habits turn to cycles turn to seasons,
And seasons turn to years before we know.
And we lay still alive but barely breathing,
And we whisper, "That's just the way it goes..." but the Lord says No.

Break up your unplowed ground and you will find a treasure.
Sell everything you own to buy what can't be measured.
I long to lay you down in richer fields than you have known.
So break up your unplowed ground and make this land your home.

Feel free to comment or ask questions. I'm always here.

Keep Soaring,

B