The Seed

I planted the Seed in the midst of adversity, and therefore brokenness was all the Seed knew. Then I watered the Seed, and therefore tears surrounded her. So the greatest Seed was planted in darkness, watered in tears, and died without knowledge. Yet even in death, no one helped the Seed, for the life was not outside of her, but it was within her. She looked nothing like she used to, warped actually, as she began to sprout. Her old identity was totally gone as she reached deep into the soil drawing nutrients from the ashes of her past. The Son arose and her face joyfully turned towards Him because she recognized Him by the warmth He created in her heart. Petals of delight waved joyfully to Him. The Seed began to bloom, and the fragrance of His glory filled the atmosphere around her. Lives began to change as the fruit of the Spirit dropped from her branches and surrounded the ground beneath her. The plant rejoiced, for His blood ran deep within her. She turned her face upwards to His loving gaze and embraced the One who was her everything, and she thanked him, and loved Him with sweetness of her lips. Shalom