The Miracle Of His Transforming Hands..
The harvest is here.
And as we harvest the potatoes, the carrots, the last of the tomatoes, and the prized pumpkin, my heart stands in awe and wonder, as I ponder this miracle.
It seems like just yesterday, I was running around, barefoot, in the freshly tilled dirt of spring, casting those tiny seeds into the little furrows of dirt. Little hands helping too, casting seeds here and there, causing little forests of carrot tops to poke from the ground.
How can a tiny seed, cast into this brown dirt, grow into a beautiful sturdy plant that brings forth an abundant harvest? Who makes the seed sprout? What makes it grow, and bud? Who causes the rain to moisten it's tiny heart? Who gives it life?
A soul might wonder at this. And I did.
But an even greater wonder is this-
Who can change the lepers spots? Who can change a heart of flesh from a heart of stone? Who can cause the blind to see, the lame to walk? Who can create the miracle of life from the barren dirty dirt? And Why?
Its all a miracle from His hands.
It's all because of a love and power no Human tongue can explain, comprehend, or imitate, no matter how hard they may try.
Oh let the world wonder at the miracle of transformation made in our hearts...