Symbol of Faith March 10, 2010

I love churches, they symbolize faith. The faith of our fathers, the faith of those who left behind England and journeyed to a new world so that they could freely practice their faith and Worship the one true God. The faith of those who left the east to journey west in search of a better life to find great trial and danger, hard work and meager posessions. The faith of my great grandparents who left Norway and Sweden to find them selves in northern Minnesota enduring bitter cold winters with not much shelter, making friends with the Indians and building a life and a heritage that would one day belong to me. The faith of a grandmother, of two grandmothers who prayed and believed God would answer, of parents who have worked and struggled and endured great loss. Each church reminds me of MY faith. Faith that God has blessed me with, put in my heart. I pray that that faith not be lost with me but that my children and grand children have their own personal faith in the God of creation, a relationship with the Savior Jesus. I pray that for you too dear reader, the churches are symbols of our faith, the faith does not dwell within it's walls. The bible says that God does not dwell in the temples built by the hands of men. Rather the Spirit of God dwells in the heart of man. He dwells in my heart, I pray you allow Him to dwell in yours.

Blessings~

Waiting to Drop

Waiting to Drop, originally uploaded by picturethepromises.

The trees in our front yard are full of these seeds. The leaves all fall off before winter hits but these seeds hang on tight! They're pretty hanging on the tree in clusters and contrast beautifully against a bright blue winter sky. I know however that once the snow is gone, the grass turns green, new leaves and new seeds appear on the tree, the old seeds will finally fall to the ground. And then, I will be pulling up baby trees all summer long from my flower beds, the curb, the sidewalk, even the rain gutters. Anywhere the seeds may land!

As a Christian, I am kinda like this tree, I have seeds of faith to share with the world around me. For a season I may hold on to them, sometimes tightly, stubbornly. It's my prayer that I would release those seeds of faith, of encouragement and blessings. I pray they are more plentiful than those on my trees and that they land everywhere in hearts and lives that need a touch of heaven. May they find soil where they can put down roots and grow and in due season, repeat the process!

Blessings~