Saturday, November 26, 2011

The Roots Of Our Heart

This year my dad prayed for the LORD to bless our trees; He did, but not in the way we were hoping for.

We were hoping for the kind of blessing that would provide us with lots of delicious fresh fruit.

God gave us the kind that would bless the roots.

Not only did He bless the roots of the tree, He also blessed the roots of the heart. My heart. My family's heart.

God has provided us with a wonderful church family.

Some of the time, I wonder if God sent the church from heaven with some of His angels who liked to farm.

I doubt it, but He could have!

Of course, you are probably wondering how those roots of the heart were blessed. (sorry! I digress often!)

The LORD blessed the roots of the heart, by starting them with seeds of love being planted.

He gave us many people who tend to that seed and water it.

A man up at our church gave us peaches. We are growing peach trees, but our trees never would have produced that many and survived. Thus blessing the roots of our heart and the roots of the trees.

The same thing happened with our apple trees. Our trees only gave two apples. The trees are new, they needed to build roots and the fruit would have drained to much life out of them. Therefore the roots were blessed by the LORD. We were given about 300 apples from various people. Our heart roots were VERY blessed.

To wrap up this post, I will put the words to two hymns that would accurately 'sing my heart song.'

Come, Ye Thankful people come
by Henry Alford
Psalm 95:2

Come, ye thankful people, come, raise the song of harvest home;
All is safely gathered in, ere the winter storms begin.
God our Maker doth provide for our wants to be supplied;
Come to God’s own temple, come, raise the song of harvest home.

All the world is God’s own field, fruit unto His praise to yield;
Wheat and tares together sown unto joy or sorrow grown.
First the blade and then the ear, then the full corn shall appear;
Lord of harvest, grant that we wholesome grain and pure may be.

For the Lord our God shall come, and shall take His harvest home;
From His field shall in that day all offenses purge away,
Giving angels charge at last in the fire the tares to cast;
But the fruitful ears to store in His garner evermore.

Even so, Lord, quickly come, bring Thy final harvest home;
Gather Thou Thy people in, free from sorrow, free from sin,
There, forever purified, in Thy garner to abide;
Come, with all Thine angels come, raise the glorious harvest home.

The LORD Will Provide
by Mrs. A.W.Cook\Rodney "gypsy" Smith
Genesis 22:14

In some way or other
The Lord will provide;
It may not be my way,
It may not be thy way,
And yet in His own way,
The Lord will provide.

At some time or other
The Lord will provide;
It may not be my time,
It may not be thy time,
And yet in His own time,
The Lord will provide.

Despond then no longer,
The Lord will provide;
And this be the token—
No word He hath spoken
Was ever yet broken:
“The Lord will provide.”

March on, then, right boldly,
The sea shall divide;
The pathway made glorious,
With shoutings victorious,
We’ll join in the chorus:
“The Lord will provide.”

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