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Brother Don
Kneemail from the Garden_______________
A Devotional Letter from Jesus Christ
My beloved, rest. Come away my beloved and rest. Come with me by yourself
to a quiet place and rest. You are heavily burdened. Come to me and I will give
you rest.
Solomon, the wisest of men, told you there is a time and a season for all things.
There is a time to work, to plow, reap, and sow. There is also a season to rest, to
let go, do nothing and let things grow.
There were two sons who were each given a seed from their father with
instructions on how, when, and where to plant it. One son prepared the soil with
much hard work and planted the seed in the proper place in well prepared soil.
He then rested, trusting the Lord to bring the rain. He enjoyed his family, friends,
food, and drink. He took time to rest as he waited. The Lord sent the rain in due
season. A great tree grew from this seed. It provided fruit, shade and shelter for
many years. From the seeds of this one great tree the son planted an orchard
and became quite wealthy, giving much of his wealth to the poor. Upon his death, the first son was laid to rest
by his large family beneath the sprawling branches of the tree that had grown from this first seed he ever
planted.
The second son also worked hard preparing the soil for the seed. He then planted the seed in the well prepared
soil in the proper place. Not trusting God to bring the rain, the second son watered the seed every day, carrying
water from a well which was a great distance away. This wearied his flesh. After several weeks, and not seeing
the seed sprout, the second son dug up the seed and examined it. He then found another place to plant the
seed closer to the well, which he thought was a better location than the first. The well ran dry and he had to
carry the water further than ever before and became even more tired and exhausted. After several weeks with
no sprout, the son dug up the seed to examine it once again. The cycle continued time after time, the second
son working harder and harder, never enjoying time with his family and friends, never finding rest and never
bearing fruit. The seed was always over-watered and not given enough time to grow. The second son died in
poverty, a frustrated man with few friends.
My beloved, who are you – the first or second son? Are you doing more than I am asking of you? What seeds
have I given you? Where have I called you to plant them? How much fruit are you bearing? ? Do you fully trust
me? Are you watering when I want you to rest? The dry season causes my plants to reach down deep into the
earth for moisture and the plants to grow stronger. Do not become weary and worry yourself with constant
watering and doubt. If you do, the seeds you have planted will develop shallow roots and the first wind that
comes will uproot them.
Rest. Trust me. The gardener who holds onto the seed and does not
trust it to the dark stillness of the soil never bears fruit and never has a
harvest. Let go of the seed. Let go and trust me.
Open the package of rest your heavenly Father sends you each day
and week. Receive the new seeds He is giving you. Work hard,
prepare the soil, sow the seeds, and then let go. Let God do the rest,
while you rest. He knows what He is doing even when you don’t. Stop
carrying so much water. Wait for the rain.
Come see me as you start each day. Do lunch with me. Come see me
when your daily work is done. Fellowship with me. On the Sabbath,
leave your labor behind. Come sing, dance, laugh, and love with me.
Come. Enter into your rest…
Jesus