I’m continuing to be in fallow time….
Here’s another definition:
- to plow, harrow, and break up (land) without seeding to destroy weeds and conserve soil moisture
During this fallow time, I’ve experienced some of that deep down breaking up. Some long held experiences that have bound me have been disclosed, named, embraced and released. Some weeds have been pulled up. I hope that work will make my soul’s soil more moist, tender and even fertile.
I’ve felt My Farmer plow deeply into me. It’s hard work. The image of a field is profound – it can’t run away from the farmer. I’ve felt held, lovingly, but firmly held as the plow turned up the soil of my memories. I recalled images, emotions, lies I’d known and truths I’d heard.
I know it’s done lovingly to destroy the weeds that had crept in. One morning I woke and as I rested in bed recalled some lies that had crept into my perspective. It was time to pull them out.
I’m grateful that God’s Spirit cares enough to plough my field and doesn’t leave me sitting there with weeds exposed, but comes to walk in the field with me, weeding as we walk and talk together.
It is hard work, but oh, it’s good work.
If you feel some invitation from God, I encourage you to linger with it. Engage with the Spirit.
More thoughts on ‘fallow’ to come next week!
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Love and prayers
Mystic in Motion
Contemplative Fire, Community Leader Canada