by Cerianna Schut
I was sitting out in the field; it was so quiet. Sitting there, useless, discarded, rusty, and without purpose. I used to pick up dirt and crops, now I am just sitting here – useless. My arms are rusted in place and lack of grease in my tracks stopped their movement years ago.
The torn seat has not felt the warmth of a man in so many years I’ve forgotten his comforting feeling. My heart is broken from sitting here day after day without purpose.
Longing for a friend, anyone to share my day with.
I wish I was useful again, maybe, just maybe I need to see the world differently.
A little bird sits on my hood daily, scanning the fields for bugs to feed her babies who are tucked carefully in hole where my headlight previously was, she has a nest there, it took her weeks to make it for her babies. I find joy knowing I can be useful again.
Notes from Nan Schut
This was written by my granddaughter Ceri, she’s 9, and one of the most amazing women “to be” I know. The picture was taken in Hesperia, Mic. A long-forgotten earth digger from a lost era.
Are you feeling Useless? Without Vision or purpose as we move into this new era of the church? The past years were filled with weariness for many, but you have not been forgotten and the season of release is upon you.
Look up to the Father with an uninhibited heart and say, “Lord, here I am, waiting to fulfill your will.” Watch Him move heaven and earth to get the assignment prepared just for you activated.
