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Thursday, July 26, 2012

A Harvest of Praise

Old Chuang was preparing his altar
Banging away at it with all his heart.
It was a harvest time,
And he was getting ready to offer God
His harvest of praise!
His wife looked shocked!
“Your crops failed and you are giving God praise”? She asked
“Yes”, he said,” this past year when my crops refused to grow,
When what I watered and took care never gave birth,
My belief in myself and my God was so shaken,
This God who knew the pain I went through to pick up my dream land in my old age.
 How could he let me pick a barren land?
 A land that will yield no fruit.
The Lord then spoke to my aching heart one day.
                  It  is  not the one who plants or the one who waters the soil who makes the  seed grow. It is the Lord himself !
The seeds which I planted were the seeds of doubt,
What I am harvesting today is a harvest of praise!
For my God is the author and the finisher of my faith.”
Though the fig tree may not blossom,
Nor fruit be on the vines;
Though the labor of the olive may fail,
And the fields yield no food;
Though the flock may be cut off from the fold,
And there be no herd in the stalls—
Yet I will rejoice in the Lord,
I will joy in the God of my salvation.
The Lord God is my strength;
He will make my feet like deer’s feet,
And He will make me walk on my high hills.
To the Chief Musician. With my stringed instruments.

Habakkuk 3:17-19 NKJV