Fresh-Baked Scripture

I went outside this morning to feed my rabbits. There are nine of them at the moment, so I try to give them leftovers rather than buying pellets for them all the time. However, what they really like is grass. That will come as no surprise when we think of areas of farmland devastated by rabbits.

Well, this morning, I took out the bowl of leftover sandwiches and half-eaten apples, – courtesy my kids- and put it in the hutch. Puddles, Mummy bunny, had a bit of a sniff, then ignored most of it. Yes, I thought, she knows spring is coming, and there’s fresh grass around. I’d better pick some. I squelched down to the vegetable garden and picked some fresh grass and weeds for her, and as I did, it seemed to me that this was a symbol.

I was giving her the right food, not leftovers. How often in caring for people, as well as rabbits, do we give them our leftovers, rather than what they actually need? When we take the time to understand what spiritual food is needed to really nurture someone, that is surely better than giving them our leftovers. Recommending books and programmes that we have enjoyed can be helpful, but the best food must be the words of God, fresh-baked Scripture. Then let the Holy Spirit help them digest it.

It wasn’t convenient for me to pick my way through the mud and freezing lawn to feed my rabbits what they really needed, and sometimes it’s hard to give someone a scripture too. I encourage you to step out in faith and do it anyway – God will help you!

(Psa 86:11)  Teach me your way, O LORD, that I may walk in your truth; give me an undivided heart to revere your name.

(Psa 86:12)  I give thanks to you, O Lord my God, with my whole heart, and I will glorify your name forever.

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Hope
In my garden there’s a little flowering cherry tree, which one of the kids has planted. It’s about a metre tall, or rather it was, until another of my offspring swung on it, bending the growing tip back double, nearly breaking it off. I was just about to chop it back with the secateurs, thinking it was completely dead -after all, the top bit is only hanging on by a thin strip of bark – when I noticed that the buds of the broken part are getting greener and longer! It’s not dead at all! A strong and powerful force in the plant is still able to get through to where it is needed, bringing sap and life from the roots to the tip.

As I looked at this sad little tree, I was reminded of hope – no matter how thin the thread, hope can still enliven and invigorate a situation. That’s if there’s still even the slimmest connection to the root.

As we stay connected to the root, the author, the creator, even by the slenderest of belief, hope can flow. And just as my tree will heal and grow again, albeit with a weird kink in its stem, so we too can strengthen and grow, as hope flows through our lives.

I’m glad the secateurs didn’t chop back this wee tree – it’s a symbol of hope.