Seed Faith, A Penny Ann Poundwise re-post

I had  this post from September 2009 up to post in mid-August.  I decided to hold it until September and so here it sat, waiting for edit.  In the last few weeks, we have again had reason to study 'seed' and the principles of  seed faith.  As we learned this time, John requested that I 'name our seed' when I wrote out our usual tithe check.  I did.  I named it 'New Flooring'.  That was during this last pay period.  Three days later we were informed we would be receiving a  monetary gift..  I don't consider it coincidence.  God is the provider of all we have and I love how often he likes to 'remind' us of how he can and will do so.

There was a little frame of time when we could have doubted we'd get new flooring after all.  The first quote we received was roughly double what we'd been given!  We went right on packing up boxes and someone at John's work recommended a guy who lives in our county.  He came out and measured and gave us a quote that was well within our range and we're getting better products.  As always, we're overwhelmed how God blesses us.

From September 2009, Penny Ann Poundwise


                                              photo source: lunaticpoet

A couple of weeks ago, my husband and I were given a wonderful gift of a few days in a cabin in the mountains.  Each morning  we went out on the big screened porch to eat our breakfast and spend time in study and prayer. Each day we spoke of the blessing we'd been given and prayed for the woman who gave it.

One morning as I prayed, my attention was captured by the trees surrounding the cabin.  I noticed first the huge old pine tree that stood just inches from the screened porch.  Then I saw at the foot of the pine tree lots of smaller pines, some only 6-8 inches high.  I found myself completely absorbed in the wonder of those trees.  I felt in my spirit that God was trying to reveal something to me, some essential that I'd missed, but I never quite captured the thought.  I looked at the pinecones on the larger tree and wondered how old the small trees would have to be before they too bore pinecones.

In my mind, I saw the young pines on a piece of farmland near my home, trees no taller than I with their spires of  blooms.  Were they of age to bear pinecones?  I pondered the trees for quite a while  but still I felt I was missing  what God wanted me to understand.   I took a scrap of paper and wrote down "Pine tree" and tucked the paper into my Bible.  I even took  a picture of one of the tiny pine trees.  I wanted very much to know what God was trying to impart and so I tried to make sure I had reminders of what he'd tried to teach me that morning on the porch. 


That week we spent in the cabin was a wonderful time for my husband and I.  We were blessed at every turn, and we spoke often of the blessings.  In fact, we've been experiencing a series of blessings for several months now and when, as happens in every life, we've hit a pothole here or there in our pathway, just as we'd feel our spirits begin to flag one of us will turn to the other and say "We're in a season of blessings."

For some time now, the Lord has been instructing me through His word and revelations about seed. I know that every action, every word, every tithe or gift given becomes a seed but I hadn't realized the full extent of seed faith.  Many months ago God guided me to Genesis, where I found he created seed on the third day of creation.  I realized that seed were very important in God's plan, so important that he created seed before he created man.  Yet in my mind, seed crops were temporary crops, seasonal crops that bore fruit and died away and required planting again and again.

This past weekend as I sat and studied in the early morning hours, God again showed me that pine tree with the smaller trees at it's feet.  I knew that pine trees grew from seeds.  We've evidence of that here on our own land.  Seed blown from Granny's tree a quarter mile away fell to the ground here and grew into several trees that now stand ten feet or more tall.  Suddenly I grasped what the Lord had been trying to show me.  The tree grew from seed...it was a seed bearing plant.

My heart leaped as this realization fully came upon me.  Some of the seed we sow are seasonal, temporary plants and do require replanting again and again if we're to gather a repeated harvest.  But some of the seeds we plant grow into trees.  They endure for years and years to come, bearing more and more seed each year as they grow.  I thought of the vast oak tree in a coastal Florida town that was reckoned to be six hundred years old.  How many acorns had that tree produced in it's lifetime?  How many of those acorns had also grown into trees, bearing still more acorns to grow into trees?   I looked out over our land and noted the many pine trees now growing in the overgrown fields.  Not one of those trees was planted by man, but each grew from seed and each year they bear pinecones that bear more seed.

I don't think I've grasped the fullness of all God wanted me to understand about seed yet, but I am thankful for His being patient with me as I grasped his message on this particular day.  I checked my Bible to be certain I'd 'heard' Him aright.  This is what I found:

Genesis 1:11  Then God said, "Let the land produce vegetation: seed-bearing plants and trees on the land that bear fruit with seed in it, according to their various kinds." And it was so.
Praise God!

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

I find so often God speaks to me through nature. What a beautiful story. Thank you for sharing. Chris

Anonymous said...

A friend gave me this reminder one day "anyone can count the seeds in an apple but only God can count the apples in a seed". So it is with our faith and good deeds. We never know who or how far they reach. Gramma D

DebbieG said...

Just lovely! Thank you so much for sharing this. :)

Karla Neese said...

Wow this is a lovely post. Thanks for sharing it for those of us who weren't around in the Penny Poundwise days. What joyful wisdom!

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