Sometimes God plants desires in us that seem strange. Sometimes it takes a great deal of faith and courage and a great deal of vulnerability to stay in touch with, and simultaneously release those desires.
In the seasons where desire hasn’t yet sprung forth, it can require a quiet, brave confidence and hope in the Giver of those desires Himself; hope in those seasons where the seed is hidden away and no one sees or even understand the reason for the planting of the seed. I know it’s vulnerable reaching out and embracing the desire and yet staying tender and surrendered enough to not control the germination of the ‘when” moment for that seed. It takes a mixture of faith and courage and sometimes even silently forgetting about yet-to-come desires to be present in the now and not consumed with the “how” or the “when” or the “why” of tomorrow’s dreams. Sometimes it’s easier to squash desire than to live with the reality of unmet, not understood desires. I think at their core, God meant for desires to make us—especially women—look more tender, gentle, beautiful, welcoming. Hope kinda does that to the soul. Squashed desires bring a shutdown, shame added to shame, walled stoic-ness, deadness.
But hope puts a welcoming light in the eyes, life in the soul!
I haven’t always done well with living in touch with the desires inside of me. I haven’t always seen or treated them as gifts. But God is teaching me the beauty of them. The more I learn to lean into and trust the Holy Spirit, the more He’s teaching me the joy and the graceful art of embracing those desires while simultaneously releasing them and going quietly on with what is ‘today’.
Slowly, I’m learning to trust Him to guide the desires in me and connect me to the Father. I may or may not have been the one in the past who is guilty of digging around in the soil to ‘see how that seed is doing’ and tamper with and somewhat thwart what was about to beautifully burst through on its own. Or worse yet, end up being completely unable to find the seed and feeling frustrated with only dirty hands to show for the fretting and wasted energy.
This past weekend, I realized anew that when God gives a Word or plants a desire in the soul, He WILL see to its germination! There can be all kinds of things thrown at it meant to bury it deeper or even do away with it entirely. But I can completely trust that what God plants, He will grow. It may take years. I might even forget about it. But if I received and embraced that desire from heaven, that promise, that word in its initial planting—it will grow! And one day a plant will spring up where we entirely forgot a seed was planted because we were busy going about partnering with hope and the Holy Spirit in the everyday stuff that makes up life. But He never forgot. All Abraham did was believe and he kept partnering with God. Some desires require our active action, but even in those desires, in the waiting season of sweat and tears where the ‘yet’ has not yet happened and it takes brave courage and bold tenacity coupled with quiet hope of the soul to stay beautifully alive, even there in that spot is quiet rest and resilience, courage of the soul He wants to teach me.
What word has God given you that hasn’t happened…yet? I speak hope and life to you and to that word—that desire. And quiet rest, hope, and courage as you partner with the One who planted that desire in you. He is faithful and He will do it. Just keep doing the next thing, what’s right in front of you.
One day that little wiggle of life coming up through the soil right in front of you will shock you and you’ll stand in silent awe and wonder at the beauty of a seed, a promise sprung forth. Never give up. Always lean in and trust the Keeper of the seed. He will do it.
March 2, 2021
by Vera Smoker
Hi there! I am Vera, blessed wife of one and mom to three wonderful little people who make my world go round. I am an unashamed lover of Jesus, passionate about authentic relationships rooted within the identity that comes first from my relationship with Him. I’m a lover of good books, fat journals, sunsets and sunrises, long quiet country walks, and time with my family around campfires or on our front porch. Growth and mentorship are high on the list of values for me and I always thrill when I get to celebrate the wonderful journey of growth and discovery with others. The Hubs and I both love hosting so come relax with us sometime and we will chat the time away and connect over a good cup of coffee or chai!
God Made All of Me Matching Games
This set includes 16 matching games each featuring 4 vibrant real-life images with life-giving identity statements. As children place each matching card on the corresponding photo, they are speaking out words of truth and life over themselves. For non-verbal children, allow them to match the card as you speak the words over them. This fun and interactive set is perfect for engaging your little ones as they use their brain and their spirit to learn, grow and love life!
Kintsugi has always intrigued me. When a small dish from the treasury of my Grandma’s china that had been passed down to me broke the other week, I almost tossed it right into the trash can. But mid toss I stopped and said out loud, ‘No. Verna! She knows how to do kintsugi! I want to do that with this dish.’ At that point I immediately picked up the phone and put in my request for a little help and know-how for the project which turned into a fun morning and lunch together.
In the past, and sometimes still, I can find it difficult to slow down the intake and focus on being established instead of frantically going for more. I’m learning that it’s okay to give myself permission to listen to the same message or read the same chapter over and over again; to learn and re-learn a new habit; to move in peace and let the message or lesson sink deeply into my spirit.
I used to think the only things of worth were the big things ‘out there.’ It was difficult, actually, almost impossible for me to find fulfillment and satisfaction in doing the everyday stuff. Now you moms out there realize that so much of mom life is made up of exactly this—normal everyday ordinary stuff. And when I became a mom at 34, I wasn’t prepared for all it would show me. It showed me I hated the normal hidden everyday stuff. It showed me I’d never learned to thrive well in the everyday gears that are so important in the foundation before going out in the bigger world for all the bigger things.