I can grow as He intended for this season and it will be well. I need to trust that, though I may lose a leaf or two, I can thrive in His fullness. Likewise, my efforts of spirit gave enough 'root' to sustain the vulnerable growth of my inner self. I might lose a few leaves, but if I trusted what many a farmer had already succeeding in, my lettuce could thrive. and the Lord brought to my mind this: the roots were sufficient to deliver everything the soft, pliable leaves needed. I tried to put my mind at ease about leaving MY lettuce might not be hardy enough you know, it's different because it's mine.
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These vast fields weren't covered, the lettuce enjoying the full benefit of the sun, in an area known for heat. The green rows I frequently passed (or played in) as a youth contributed to the area's total lettuce crop, which occurred in the area bordering Arizona and California, and was at the time the second largest lettuce production area in the United States. In my minds eye, I remembered FIELDS, acres on acres of every imaginable lettuce grown in the soil near my childhood home.
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So vulnerable to heat, pest and predator I set my mind to the task of how to shelter them. Upon considering what several varieties of lettuce might need by way of care I was struck by how fragile the fresh leaves were. I smiled inwardly and mentally tallied all the things I had done to accomplish this.but my distraction didn't last long. As I considered what the 'deep rooted' plants would need by way of care my mind was brought back to my need of rooting myself to be able to feel as if my thoughts were ready for harvest and thus, shareable. I selected many herbs, a few root vegetables, and lots of leafy goodness. I went to the nursery recently to grab some fall/winter transplants for my garden. I love that He always speaks our language.verbal, mental and spiritual. I have felt the need to write and to share, and sat 'to kick against the pricks' (D&C 121:38) as I passively fought God. But the Lord doesn't always work like that. In my mind, I needed to do some work before another work. If I dug deep, and grew wide I might feel more qualified to set such to the world (this small world that is). When considering these things, I tried to picture in my mind a well rooted plant. I struggle often with my tender moments of faith, where I hear the whisperings and attempt to discern if they are meant for me and my gain or intended to be set forth for the benefit of another. there are no reasons, yet many if I try to count them. I can't tell you why writing this blog or contributing to the corresponding Instagram page is such a hurdle. I thought to myself, 'oh I love this! I wish people heard this' to which the Spirit whispered, 'have I not given thee voice?'. When I felt that task completed I glanced at the general theme of the notes, excited by what they contained. Risking the appearance of rudeness, I did so, whipping an ever present notebook out to jot the ideas that sprang forth. As I sat listening to the words of many others, several things entered my mind which I immediately thought I ought write down. I have always loved these meetings, but struggle to contribute. We held a testimony meeting where members of the ward are encouraged to share messages of faith pertaining to their personal inspirations and experiences. This past Sunday, the congregation I meet with was able to gather together in wholeness for the first time since the start of the pandemic.
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