Psalm 80 speaks to my farmers soul. The mighty ONE of Israel is a shepherd, we are his flock. He leads us to green pastures (even if those green fields are in Egypt); until we cry out for salvation from Egypt.
My God is a farmer, a vine dresser, I am a scrawny shoot of a vine which the Almighty planted, and cared for. All my magnificent growth is because of Him. Once I start thinking that I am great instead of Him then He temporally removes my protection so that I see what that sort of thinking accomplishes. But we cry out, "Revive us..." O LORD God of Hosts, restore us; cause Thy face to shine upon us, and we shall be saved.
Debs in Everett, Washington November 20, 2017
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