What Has Grown Here
“There is nothing hidden that will not be disclosed, and nothing concealed that will not be known.”
— Luke 12:2
There are moments when life feels more like effort than understanding.
We move through days with intention, but notice how easily we return to striving — to managing outcomes, to carrying what was never meant to be carried alone.
And still, beneath the surface of ordinary days, something quieter is being formed.
Not always seen.
Not always recognized while it is happening.
But real.
So we learn, slowly, to notice the difference between what is produced by effort and what is formed through abiding.
And we begin to see that God is not absent in the waiting — even when we are learning to let go of control.
THE HUSBANDMAN
Day by day I keep pushing;
The strivings never cease.
A longing to be unified with
My God—it falls on me.
I plan and I finagle,
But nothing ever comes.
It’s not till I cease striving
That Your work in me is done.
Your name is the Husbandman;
I receive all it holds:
The One who cuts and grafts me in,
The Vine from whom life flows.
Established in certainty,
And all that I must do
Is abide here, incessantly, with my God -
The anointing flows through You.
Sealed with Your nourishment,
As life runs through my veins,
Confident to stand before You now,
My gracious King of kings.
There is a kind of work that cannot be completed by effort.
Only received.
And so we learn, again and again, to remain.
Quietly.
Honestly.
Without hurry.
And to trust that what is being formed in the hidden places is not wasted.