Plow Up The Hard Ground Of Your Hearts

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“Plow up the hard ground of your hearts,
for now is the time to seek the Lord,
that he may come
and shower righteousness upon you.” Hosea 10:12

“Fallow ground is ground which has once been tilled, but which now lies in waste, and needs to be broken up and mellowed, before it is it is ready to receive grain.” Charles Finney

Today was a strange day in that, looking back on it, the Lord was trying to get my attention. First of all I had trouble with my computer. It was very slow and it took me awhile to figure out what was going on. Now, if my spirit had been where it should have been, I would have taken that set back as a sign that God was trying to get my attention. But it took more then that to get me where God could speak to me. We had a snow storm today and the satellite for my television wasn’t able to get a signal. Even after the sky cleared I still didn’t have a signal. On top of all of that our heater quit working and so finally, I retreated to bed and my electric blanket for warmth. It was then when I finally got still and began, in the peace and quiet forced upon me, to listen to the voice of the Lord.

I have studied the bible for thirty-seven years and yet, for some reason I never paid any attention to the scripture at the beginning of the blog. Maybe I read it sometime, but if I did I don’t remember it.

God began to speak to me about breaking up fallow ground. I have thought for sometime that God was getting ready to do something BIG. My spirit senses that He is going to move in a way that people will know, that they know, God is with them in a mightier way then they have ever experience before.

I talk to so many people who are good Christians. People who love the Lord and live for Him daily and yet their lives seem to be in shambles. Finances are not good, family members are ill, jobs are not out there and many Christians are standing on a thin line between holding on and giving up. Yet we get up each day and continue to believe that somehow, someway God is going to move in our situations.

But why isn’t He moving yet? God spoke to my heart this evening that many of us have had to have the fallow grounds of our lives tilled. We have had to have things broken up and mellowed. We have had situations that have been like nothing before. These situations have broken up the hard area’s of our hearts and humbled us and made us more ready then ever before to receive the new grain, the seed of our futures, that God is ready to plant inside of us!

There are hard situations and then there are hard situations. I recently heard a testimony of a young man who had the fallow ground of his life broken up in a way I don’t think many could comprehend. He was in Afghanistan when he stepped on an explosive device that ripped off both of his legs and part of one of his arms. Think of it. No matter what I have faced in the past two years and as awful as some of those things have seemed, nothing compares to the price that man paid for our freedom. Yet, he has said that He believes that God had used that experience to break him. He said there were area’s of his life that were not surrendered to God and has hard as it seemed to imagine, He believes he is a better person and more useful to God because of what He has been through. Now he is giving his testimony in churches nationwide and it moves so many people that they surrender their lives to Christ on the spot!

These things, Beloved of the Lord, that we are going through are getting ready to end. God is going to use each circumstance to give us a testimony that we never would have had without going through what we have been through. The peace we have learned to rely on, in the midst of our own personal battles, is the peace of God that passes all human understanding. Yet these hard times have matured us, given us more compassion and readied us for the times ahead.

Soil must be right before a seed will grow. We cannot grab seed in our hands and throw it willy-nilly on the ground and hope for the best. If we want a good crop we have to make sure that the land, that seemed no good to grow anything, is broken up and worked until it reaps wonderful crops.

Get ready to see a move of God in your life that you have never experienced before. Get ready to see miracles to your right and to your left. God is getting ready to put some people in front of you that need to know Him. Because of what you have experienced you will reach a greater number of people then you ever could imagine.

Broken fallow ground gives forth wonderful different crops on the same land ,that prior to that breaking, had seemed wasted and useless.

In His Unconditional Love,
Cathie

www.helpforgodshurtingpeople.com

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In The Trenches With The Lord

Healing

 

Now it came about when Pharaoh had let the people go, that God did not lead them by the way of the land of the Philistines, even though it was near; for God said, “Lest the people change their minds when they see war, and they return to Egypt” (Ex. 13:17).

If you are like me you are probably confronted with choices, of one type or another, each and every day.

This morning I had a choice of what coffee I wanted to drink. That was a simple one that really didn’t affect my life or that of those around me. But, some choices that we make change our lives in profound ways.

Sometimes we look back on life and realize that we made a bad choice. That choice may have affected not only our lives but also the lives of those around us for years and years.

Some of you know that my favorite secular quote is that of the poet Maya Angelo. I keep it on a “post it” note in my bible. It reads, “You did what you knew how to do, when you knew better you did better.” The Word says in Romans 8:1 “Therefore, there is now no condemnation for those who are in Christ Jesus.”

On Memorial Day one year there was a real tragedy in the little town we were living in, in Colorado, at the time. A life long resident, a known alcoholic in his middle fifties, shot and killed his wife and then did an overdose of prescription medications and killed himself. This couple had known each other since they went to school together and they had five children and several grandchildren.

A week or so later there was a letter to the editor of the newspaper. I am often shocked at life in a small town. The kinds of letters they printed there would not ever be printed in the newspaper of a large town, for fear of lawsuits. But a small town is another world, and I came to expect to see anything in print there and often did

The person writing the letter was one of the young sons of this couple. He was telling people to quit gossiping about his family. He was telling them his mom and dad were good people who had helped many other people in need. He was telling them that alcohol was not a good thing, and that it is what actually killed his mother and father. He then mentioned he was, himself, in jail and when he got out he didn’t want to hear anyone talking about his family.

I cried when I read that letter. My first instinct was to go down to the jail and ask to see that young man. I wanted to throw my arms around him and let him know that I knew how he felt. I wanted to tell him about Jesus and how Jesus was a man himself that was acquainted with unfair sorrow.

I know what’s its like to live in a small town and have a parent who is the town drunk. I grew up, in my grade school years, in a small town in Texas. My mother was the town drunk. I remember that, at that time, it snowed so much in that town we could have three and four-foot snow drifts. I distinctly remember the time my mother was drunk early in the morning and didn’t dress me properly to walk to school. I had no socks on with my little Mary Jane flat shoes, and was sent out the door to walk to school in those deep snowdrifts. My feet were red, swollen and numb by the time I got to school. Upon seeing that my teacher went to get another teacher and I can still see them in my mind as they stood there and whispered and pointed at me. Never once did they come and offer to help, never once did they get a towel and dry my feet. I remember that I felt shame. I felt as if it were somehow my fault. That shame led to years of low self-esteem and it also led me to rebel against authority figures, which I saw as those two gossipy teachers in my mind.

Now, you would have thought that seeing my mother drunk for years, until she found AA and remained sober for the next 25 years of her life, would have been enough for me to say to myself, “I will never take a drink, ever.” But like the young man above I too found myself in trouble with alcohol at one point in my life.

Satan meant my early life to destroy me. It didn’t because God had his hands on me. Sometimes we look back at our bad choices and say, “God why did you let me go through all of that?”

On the day I read that letter to the editor it became crystal clear to me “why.” Someone could go up to that young man and say, “I am so sorry for what you have been through!” and he might think, “That’s, nice but you don’t have a clue.”

On the other hand, all the hurt and all the shame I had gone through had prepared me for this one thing, this one time that I could go up to this young man, throw my arms around him and say, “I know what you are going through, brother. I have been there.”

All our hurts in life, all our wrong choices, can be used by God to help other people. I have noticed that when you minister to someone it is often useless if you cannot get past your pride and be “real” with him or her.

I hear people tell me, “I was raised in a Christian home, where the bible was preached on a daily basis, I have been saved my whole life.” Well, isn’t that wonderful. I am happy for you, but you don’t have a heart for hurting people. Unless you can drop the pride and admit that you aren’t perfect, no one is going to listen to you. Those types of people often make better teachers then counselors.

It’s only in the hard trenches experiences that we learn compassion for those who go though the same things.

So today, we know better. We make better choices. But we don’t hide the bad choices under a bush and hope the other “perfect” Christians don’t discover our pasts. Instead we use those things to rescue another person that God has sent us to, to tell our story. To let them see how God turned our lives around, and give them hope that He is able to do the same thing for them!
In His Never-Ending Love,

Cathie Miller

www.helpforgodshurtingpeople.com