Bury the seed ...
When you leave me and I haven't a clue why, I will bury the seed and will still be a friend to you when you have chosen not to be one back.
When I have nothing else to go on and my heart breaks with lonliness, I will bury the seed and pray for you.
When I would rather think the worse of you because it makes goodbye easier, I will bury the seed and remember your dreams and your hurts and hold them close to my heart.
When I feel like crying or falling apart, I will bury the seed and smile.
When I have empty days, nights, and weekends, I will bury the seed and fill up those moments by being creative.
When the weight seems to much to bear, I will bury the seed and sing or hum a hymn.
When I need the white knight to come on his white horse, I will bury the seed and read Psalms 18.
When I bury each seed here and there as I journey this life, it hurts. It is such a struggle because each time I do so, it is like I am dying bit by bit. So I keep burying the seed and dive into a God-Promise holding on for dear life. I have got to believe that with each seed being dropped into the earth and covered by dirt, it will begin to rumble with life. I want to come back out and see flowers blooming and popping up everywhere. I am an impatient child and the wait is harder than burying the seed! Bury the seed.... Wait .... Wait .... Wait .... look .. maybe.... hey!!!! Blooooooooom the flowers....
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