Some time ago I planted some seeds I purchased on amazon from Puerto Rico. Hard to find herbs and bitter/sweet peppers I use in preparing traditional dishes culantro (not the same as cilantro), recao, ajices dulce’. I planted many seeds In many rows but from out of ten or so rows only one single row sprouted. I checked everyday and eventually almost three weeks later another row partially sprouted…after a couple of weeks more passed and no more sprouted I gave up on any more sprouting. Usually when they sprout they are quite tiny. This morning I looked and a new sprout had emerged and it brought me to tears when the dots connected. I realized something, actually it was more of a re-affirmation. I learned that all things are in His time, according to His plan and His purpose. Did I already “know” this?, apparently I needed an illustration!

See…what flashed before me was four days that Lazarus lay “asleep”, Romans 8:28, the parable of the “sower”, what I saw was not simply a “sprout” but a tiny little miracle of “birth” with tremendous repercussions that belies the enormity of what we simply perceive as tiny. A blessing is a blessing there are no measures or comparisons just as a “miracle” is a miracle…no matter the measure by human understanding.

The seed that sprouted and emerged this morning, that was not visible last night but was almost the same height as those I planted 6 weeks ago. One more illustration of how by grace some of us are further along in our walk than others…but yet equal in all respects to all brethren and seekers of truth.

Comes to mind…”the last will be first and the first will be last”

The seeds represent puzzle pieces to me in a sense , in time, in different seasons, sprouting in a sort of pattern, that in turn begin to form a specific direction in thought, when the time is right, His time…it all coalesces in an instant whereby the pen moves or the keys are tapped. No effort whatsoever required…only patience and obedience whether consciously or otherwise. The “visuals” take form from out of the ethers…this is the way I write…it took decades to understand this compelling reluctant obedience I am as much “out of body” by-standing…when I read it as others.

If you really know, trust and believe, you would be as amazed, astounded, and awestruck as i. There is no “I” whatsoever in the undertaking, no none to claim.

Love, Anthony.