“Many a time they have afflicted me
from my youth;
Yet they have not prevailed against
The plowers plowed on my back;
They made their furrows long.”
The farmers here have begun making long furrows.
Lord, help us trust our deep afflicted places to you, that You may plant good in them. And here’s a simple poem . . .
From our youth
they have afflicted
they have failed
though pushed down
and plowed long
His will for us
Deb’s blog can be found and read at: http://iftodaywehear.wordpress.com/