What does it mean to trust God when we don’t understand our circumstances? This poem is a small piece of what I’ve been processing over the past couple of years.
I came to the fields to sow some seed,
hoping for a harvest to succeed,
but when I stood before the hardened ground
no seeds and no harvest were to be found.
I prayed to the God of the harvest
that He would provide as He had promised,
but as I looked upon barren lands
no life and no strength was in my hands.
Everything that I hoped for was gone
and I cried, “My God, what have you done?”
I heard no great thunder in response
and no resolve to my circumstance.
In agony my anxious heart prevailed;
I tried to understand why good had failed.
As I angrily and anxiously prayed,
I heard a quiet voice in my soul say,
“Will you wrestle in vain with your lot,
or will you be still and know that I am God?
Hope in the Ashes 