A story is told in the movie Facing the Giants about two farmers who lived in a drought stricken area. One farmer did nothing to prepare his land, while the other purposefully went out and planted his crops. Though there was no rain in sight–he prepared for rain.
The true story about the farmer in the movie Faith like Potatoes, is very similar.
There is such gold to be found in both those movies. They minister to our hearts in different ways every time we watch them. But never so much as recently.
When I started blogging a little over a year ago, I never really knew where I would go with this. I certainly do not see myself as a writer of any sorts. Heck, I almost flunked English at school. I never liked writing. But I do love sharing my heart on different things. Truthfully, I have no idea why in the world anyone would want to read about the things near and dear to me, but some of you keep coming back. That just amazes me, and blesses me.
I’m a pretty transparent kinda girl. I tend to wear my heart on my sleeve. If there’s something bugging me–you’ll probably know it. I have always desired for my little blog to be a place where I can be real, open and honest. And I have stuck to that. You’ve read about our trials, triumphs, and our passions. Life is never a bed of roses all the time, and I never want anyone to think that my life is always just perfectly dandy. Because it’s not.
So, here I am, sharing my heart and being vulnerable. It can be a little intimidating on a public blog. But, it is the only way I know to be. I cannot be one person in real life, and another here. I believe God desires for us to be real in our good times, and our bad.
This is me being as real as I know how to be.
Sometimes life just makes no sense at all. I’m sure the farmers in the above story felt that way. They were Godly men, they trusted God with all their hearts. Just like many of us. So why no rain? Why would God allow them to face financial ruin? Why would He not rescue them sooner?
I feel the same way right now. My family is walking a very, very hard road. It makes absolutely no sense in the natural. We’re doing what the Father has told us to do. We strive to be obedient in all things. Yeah, sure we mess up more times than we can count. But we try to get things right. Still, we’re dealing so many obstacles that seem like humongous mountains to climb. We’re facing tough decisions that need to be made, and sometimes those just darn well hurt.
The road ahead looks like nothing but a parched land. I am beginning to understand what Habakkuk felt in his heart when he prayed…
Even though we don’t see it, feel it or know when it’s coming–He promises to send the rain. He promises us He’ll take care of us. He promises to take care of our tired and weary souls. He promises rain from heaven to meet every single need we have. We just have to hold on tight and allow Him to steer our ship.
And so, my friends, we’re preparing for rain in this family. We know the rain will, eventually, come. And what a beautiful harvest it will be. In the meantime, we will continue to praise Him in this storm.
Love you all.