“He who keeps watching the wind will never sow; he who keeps looking at the clouds will never reap.” Ecclesiastes 11: 4
It is tempting to stare at the clouds, in awe and anticipation, while waiting for our Bridegroom to return.
“As they were staring into the sky after him, suddenly they saw two men dressed in white standing next to them. The men said, “You Galileans! Why are you standing, staring into space? This Yeshua [Jesus], who has been taken away from you into heaven, will come back to you in just the same way as you saw him go into heaven.” Acts 1:10-11
May we be watchful while working!
“Just as you don’t know the way of the wind or how bones grow in a pregnant woman’s womb, so you don’t know the work of God, the maker of everything. In the morning, sow your seed; and don’t slack off until evening; for you don’t know which sowing will succeed, this, or that, or if both will do well. Then the light will be sweet, and it will be a pleasure to see the sun.” Ecclesiastes 11: 5-7
Keep dropping seeds, sowing, cultivating and we will reap! Yeshua was very clear about this!
“After this, the Lord appointed seventy other talmidim and sent them on ahead in pairs to every town and place where he himself was about to go. He said to them, “To be sure, there is a large harvest. But there are few workers. Therefore, plead with the Lord of the Harvest that he speed workers out to gather in his harvest. Get going now, but pay attention!…” Luke 10: 1-3
He sends us out ahead of Him. As we work, as we remain watchful and pay attention let us always remember the sweetness of His light that we walk in. Let us remember His passionate love and desire to come gather His Bride…soon!
“the dust returns to earth, as it was, and the spirit returns to God, who gave it!” Ecclesiastes 12: 7
Our spirit, given to us by His Spirit will return to Him. Flesh to dust, spirit to Spirit.
“Let me say this, brothers [+sisters]: flesh and blood cannot share in the Kingdom of God, nor can something that decays share in what does not decay. Look, I will tell you a secret — not all of us will die! But we will all be changed! It will take but a moment, the blink of an eye, at the final shofar. For the shofar will sound, and the dead will be raised to live forever, and we too will be changed. For this material which can decay must be clothed with imperishability, this which is mortal must be clothed with immortality. When what decays puts on imperishability and what is mortal puts on immortality, then this passage in the Tanakh will be fulfilled: Death is swallowed up in victory. Death, where is your victory? Death, where is your sting?” 1 Corinthians 15: 50-55
Don’t grow numb and weary in the waiting, Beloved! He is worth the waiting. He is worth the in-between. Remember that the Author of Life who inspired these words feels this way about YOU: “How beautiful you are, my love! How beautiful you are! Your eyes are doves behind your veil. Your hair is like a flock of goats streaming down Mount Gil’ad, Your teeth are like a flock of shorn sheep that have just come up from being washed; each of them is matched, and none of them is missing. Your lips are like a scarlet thread, and your mouth is lovely. Your cheeks are like a pomegranate split open behind your veil. Your neck is like the tower of David, built magnificently, on which hang a thousand bucklers, each one a brave warrior’s shield. Your two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle grazing among lilies. When the day’s cool breeze comes up and the shadows lengthen, I will get myself to the mountain of myrrh to the hill of frankincense. Everything about you is beautiful, my love; you are without a flaw. Come with me from the L’vanon, my bride, come with me from the L’vanon. Come down from the heights of Amanah, from the heights of S’nir and Hermon, down from the lions’ lairs and the leopard-haunted hills. My sister, my bride, you have carried away my heart! With just one glance, with one bead of your necklace you have carried my heart away. My sister, my bride, how sweet is your love! How much better your love than wine, more fragrant your perfumes than any spice! Your lips, my bride, drip honey; honey and milk are under your tongue; and the scent of your garments is like the scent of the L’vanon. My sister, my bride, is a garden locked up, a pool covered over, a spring sealed shut. You are an orchard that puts forth pomegranates and other precious fruits, henna and nard — nard, saffron and aromatic cane, cinnamon and all kinds of frankincense trees, myrrh, aloes, all the best spices. You are a garden fountain, a spring of running water, flowing down from the L’vanon.” Song of Solomon 4: 1-15
May we reply with fervor: “Awake, north wind! Come, south wind! Blow on my garden to spread its fragrance. Let my darling enter his garden and eat its finest fruit.” Song of Solomon 4: 16
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