A Sentiment

God knew what He was doing when He sent a gentle breeze and brought a lovely butterfly to set my heart at ease. The happiness of your friendship and the gentleness of your words have touched my life in special ways and now I feel assured. Thank you for your loyalty and for reading everyday. I only hope you find things to make a happy day.

Monday, September 8, 2008


This is from Sister Janet Thursday, September 04, 2008

Pause for Prayer is one of my favorites. I emailed Sister Janet yesterday to ask permission to put this in my blog. Hope you like it as much as I do.

Balisha
The Grain of Wheat

I am just a small seed in the basket of the sower as he walks up and down the field, dropping my brothers and sisters as he moves. You do things differently in your time. You have machines which plant seeds at regular intervals in straight lines. That is not the way in which farmers work in my time.


You see, my brothers and sisters and I all grew up in the same field and were harvested at the same time. Some of us were kept back for planting for the next crop. It is exciting to think of being reborn, so to speak, as a plant just like my mother.


A field of wheat looks so lovely and brings so much hope and life.It is strange to think that, in a way, I am going to die. If I am to grow, then I will no longer be a seed, so the only way in which I can describe all that will happen to me is that I will die as a seed and will be reborn, first as a tiny shoot, and then into a proud stem. You will not notice my flowers, but the insects will see them and so will the wind. Pollen will fertilise their stamens and there will be new seed formed, for that is the way of life for wheat.


If I die as a seed, I will produce a harvest.


Life is a gift. If I decide to be selfish, I will remain a seed, but I will not experience life. In fact, as I lie in the ground, I will rot. Nobody will regret my passing for nobody will know that I have been around.


If I am unselfish and stretch forth the embryo root and shoot held within me, I become a thing of beauty, weak and tender at first, but growing in strength as time goes by.


The more I reach up to the heavens, then all the more do I become a sign of hope and promise. If I open up, dying to myself as a seed, then will I bear flowers. Then will I be fruitful. Then will I bear a harvest.


Life is a gift to be shared! God bless,
Sr Janet
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5 comments:

PGL said...

What a lovely pause for prayer. Thanks for sharing.

Judy said...

I loved this piece. Thanks for printing it. There is a lot of truth there.

Roses and Lilacs said...

That is a lovely sentiment. It is always nice to stop and reflect in the midst of our busy days.
Marnie

Balisha said...

Hello,
I'm glad you liked it. Sr. Janet writes about so many things....from an apple to a head of cabbage and can make something meaningful about it. She has been at the Vatican, but now she is in England. So down to earth and not so lofty that you can't understand her.

Collected said...

Hello Balisha

I was intrigued by your note about the school bus and your water colour class on Mr Mcregor's Daughter's blog and came over to visit.

Best wishes for your new venture.

Lucy Corrander
PICTURES JUST PICTURES

P.S. I like the picture of you on your profile. L.