Message to Yellow Lily – 17 November 2018
JESUS: “I am like the farmer in winter, looking over the expanse of his land and it looks so desolate, the sky, grey and lowered above him. He looks out at it, in the cold, his hand shaded over his eyes, despite the bleakness of the time, because there is yet a glare from an obscured sun, bouncing off the heavy snow. To anyone just passing, to the untrained eye, it is easy to say, where is the future, the fortune, the living in that? But to the farmer who has been through many seasons, who has been well-trained by his father before him, this winter is the promise of what is to come. The weather promises to be excellent for Spring and in the height of growing, this Winter and its cruel temperature killing off the germs and the bugs that wait to devour the land and its produce. The farmer understands what this weather does, all the components of this “bleak” time, appropriately rests the land and the farmer smiles ...”
