A November sky, displaying clouds filled with dust particles shining like diamonds,

The perfect ceiling, suspended in space over a furrowed field of forgotten gleanings.

Deep ruts in the earth, carved by a machine driven by a farmer – a man or woman who loves the earth.

The caretakers of God’s Creation.


As the landscape is in a constant state of metamorphosis,

So are we.

We have been crafted by an amazing God, who loves His creatures beyond measure.

He watches over us as He surveys the unfolding lives He has already arranged.


In the original design, man was taken from the earth.

A hunk of clay – sculpted into a body – into which He breathed life.

Meticulously He fashinoned each cell, crafted each gene,

So that no two would ever be the same.


The ruts created throughout a life are deeply imbedded into our existence.

They exhibit themselves in the passing of time and age.

Our bodies wear out.

They cling to life, but the natural thing to come is death.


The body will wash away in the sands of time.

It returns to the earth from which it came.

It dies, yet it will go on,

For those who know God.



About atimetoshare.me

As I reach the end of my years, I find I have a lot of good information stored up in this old decrepit mind of mine. If I don't write it all down, it may vanish and no one will have the advantage of my thoughts. This is why this blog exists. I love the Lord, Jesus with all my heart and soul. I know I'm undeserving of all He's done for me, but I also know that His love is beyond my comprehension. I've always wanted to write. I never kept diaries, but tucked my thoughts in my head for future reference. I use them now in creating stories, plays, poetry and my blog. I continue to learn every day. I believe the compilation of our time spent with God will have huge affect on the way we live. I know I'm a sinner and I need a Savior. I have One through Jesus, Christ. My book, "Stages - a memoir," is about the seven stages of life from the perspective of a woman. It addresses all the things girls and women go through in life as they travel it with Jesus, and it is available on Amazon.com.
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10 Responses to FURROWED FIELDS

  1. oneta hayes says:

    Yes. It was meant for those furrowed fields to bear crops. Fortunately most do so. I enjoy the “crops” you produce.

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  2. our bodies wear out really popped out at me—I wonder why??? 🙂

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    • atimetoshare.me says:

      You are still at the peak of your existence. God will give you the extra energy and strength to get through what you need to get through.


  3. Reblogged this on Talmidimblogging and commented:

    Amen!! 🙂

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  4. Amen! Our wise Creator’s hand is visible all around us, even deep inside our own fiber. I look forward to what He shares with my tomorrow.

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  5. K.L. Hale says:

    What a beautiful post of truth and promise of now and our future with Christ. I can’t imagine this world without him. 💛

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