{"id":330,"date":"2008-07-21T00:58:30","date_gmt":"2008-07-21T04:58:30","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/pdweaver.com\/blog\/?p=330"},"modified":"2008-07-21T00:59:34","modified_gmt":"2008-07-21T04:59:34","slug":"from-one-friend-to-encourage-another","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/pdweaver.com\/blog\/?p=330","title":{"rendered":"As heard from one friend to encourage another&#8230;"},"content":{"rendered":"<p class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"0in 0in 0pt;\"><span style=\"Times New Roman;\">&#8221;\u00a0Here I go with my hard sayings again, but I keep thinking of a little seed we plant.<span style=\"yes;\">\u00a0 <\/span>It grows first of all maybe one a beautiful flower and while it is there nobody sees it much but it can see an feel the warm sunshine and feels a measure of safety and familiarity. <\/span><span style=\"Times New Roman;\">When the flower starts fading, that little seed is ready for something, but first of all it gets stripped away from it\u2019s hiding place either by the wind or some strong hand;<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"0in 0in 0pt;\">\u00a0<\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"0in 0in 0pt;\"><span style=\"Times New Roman;\">However it happens, that little seed has a lot of potential that will only be fulfilled one way\u2026<\/span><span style=\"Times New Roman;\">So into the ground that dear little thing goes, buried beneath the cold unforgiving soil where it can no longer see the hand that buried it and the warmth of the sunshine is distant at the most. How forsaken it must feel! <\/span><span style=\"Times New Roman;\">I wonder what it would say if it could speak\u2026 Do you think it longs to see or at least feel the sunshine?<span style=\"yes;\">\u00a0 <\/span>But it\u2019s left to a lonely death with no evidence that there is any future ahead&#8212;<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"0in 0in 0pt;\">\u00a0<\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"0in 0in 0pt;\"><span style=\"Times New Roman;\">Why does a seed even begin to grow out of such a miserable state?<span style=\"yes;\">\u00a0 <\/span>How can it?<span style=\"yes;\">\u00a0 <\/span>If you will notice= it doesn\u2019t begin either until a bunch of rain (trials? tears?) dumps on it\u2026 more misery, we think.<span style=\"yes;\">\u00a0 <\/span>And why does the gardener smile when it rains?<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"0in 0in 0pt;\">\u00a0<\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"0in 0in 0pt;\"><span style=\"Times New Roman;\">I wonder\u2026 what could ever grow up out of such conditions?<span style=\"yes;\">\u00a0 <\/span>But it does.<span style=\"yes;\">\u00a0 <\/span>What is inside that little seed?<span style=\"yes;\">\u00a0 <\/span>A promise, a life, a future beautiful and perfec t(it can\u2019t change into something less)\u2026 Why then must it go through this death process so brutal? <\/span><span style=\"Times New Roman;\">But something stirs deep inside as the sun begins to draw life through the dark soil.<span style=\"yes;\">\u00a0 <\/span>The sun is there, unchanged, warm and faithful- real, alive.<span style=\"yes;\">\u00a0 <\/span>The seed can\u2019t feel it\u2019s direct rays but it knows somehow that it\u2019s up there somewhere.<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"0in 0in 0pt;\">\u00a0<\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"0in 0in 0pt;\"><span style=\"Times New Roman;\"><span style=\"yes;\">\u00a0<\/span>Brave little seed, you will grow if you reach for the sun\u2026 <\/span><span style=\"Times New Roman;\">You feel forsaken, but you are not.<span style=\"yes;\">\u00a0 <\/span>The sun is warm and true above your cold coverings. \u00a0You will see it soon if you yield yourself to the Hand that tends you.<span style=\"yes;\">\u00a0 <\/span>Oh, how He must long to uncover you and protect you from death.<span style=\"yes;\">\u00a0 <\/span>But He knows it would ruin you\u2026 and so He waits for the rose.<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"0in 0in 0pt;\">\u00a0<\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"0in 0in 0pt;\"><span style=\"Times New Roman;\">Hey, and just for your encouragement, I see a little seed hurting like crazy all cracked and splintered cause there is new green life bursting up from inside of him\u2026 COURAGE, my friend!<span style=\"yes;\">\u00a0 <\/span>We love you very much.&#8221;<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&#8221;\u00a0Here I go with my hard sayings again, but I keep thinking of a little seed we plant.\u00a0 It grows first of all maybe one a beautiful flower and while it is there nobody sees it much but it can see an feel the warm sunshine and feels a measure of safety and familiarity. 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