As I worked busily around the house this morning filling up the dish washer, adding a load of laundry into the wash. As I sent my kids off to school, I noticed my front porch plants drooping a little. A mental note was taken to water them, the same mental note I made yesterday and I think, the day before.
This morning during prayer time I prayed for me. I prayed for forgiveness of the things I do which are sinful. I hang my head in shame for a moment typing that, except that I am the daughter of a King who died for those sins. One of his scars was that moment I just lived in sin though. I am covered. I continued in prayer for my career path, what that looks like... Dare I hope or to dream for something else? Something a bit bigger than I could do on my own. Those are the desires if my heart. I prayed for my mouth, to use my voice to encourage, heal and uplift - not only those who are in my circles outside but also targeted inside my home. I give and I give to those around and outside, I sometimes forget to save a little for the people within.
It was a good prayer time.
Dishes are being cleaned, the laundry is is turning - taking a mental note of the sounds in the house. I remember then the droopy plants. I can fill up the watering can for them, I have a few minutes. Parched and thirsty. I feel parched and thirsty. I am also worn and tired.
On my way out back to get the can I see my beautiful marigolds which sit at the base of my lemon tree, so pretty... One flower had gone to seed so I pluck it off and I carry it in the palm of my hand with me.
I have grown my marigolds from seed since the first time I bought a plant from from the nursery down the way. Since then I do the same, I pluck off the seeds and find pots and places in my yard to sprinkle them. I place them in good soil, cover them over and then water. Doing this for so long it's like second nature to me. I will do this and forget them until that moment I walk by and there is a tiny green sprout with two leaves still stuck to the stalk like a cup. Gardening faith... My excitement and joy to see the sprout.
Reflecting on my prayer time... Considering picking back up the worry I gave to Him only a few moments ago I tell myself... If you can take a seed from a flower that died, stick it in soil, cover it and water it only to walk away in faith that it will grow; then why can't I do the same with my prayer.
I know He hears our prayers my friends. I know every prayer considered, meditated on and then lifted up in faith to Him is answered. Covered over and cultivated until His time for it to sprout.
My heart is joyful and I am at peace.
Matthew 17:20
He replied, "Because you have so little faith. Truely I tell you, if you have faith as as small as a mustard seed, you can say mountain, "Mountain move from here to there,' and I will move. Nothing will be impossible for you."
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