You have more to give. Yes, you.

And God is able to make all grace abound to you, so that having all sufficiency in all things at all times, you may abound in every good work. As it is written, "He has distributed freely, he has given to the poor; his righteousness endures forever." 

- 2 Corinthians 9:8-9

He is able, to make the short-fallen sufficient, to make the without help full of hope, to turn the broken into brilliant beauties, and to work overflowing, overwhelming grace in the grim and gray. 

And the secret to all this harvest from the parched ground of drought-cracked pain?

You have more to give. 

Dusty and disheveled only hides - really, reveals - fertile ground. Offer it as a field for the poor, a place to grow grain for the hungry, the beginning of bread for those even more destitute than you. 

You have more to give.

And when you turn your dirt-stained face upward, eyes soul-searching the sky for a cloud, and when you let go your grip on this ground in confidence that it holds a harvest, you walk in the steps of the faithful. 

You walk behind Abraham, who held the knife above his son, knowing that somehow the God of miracles would miraculously fulfill the promise of nations through the body of that very son. 

You walk behind Joseph, who before death asked for his bones to be carried back to the land of his birth, knowing that God would restore the promise. 

You walk behind Moses, who led a band of slaves, trusting God to refine the unworthy vessels into a nation of priests. 

You walk behind all the weak who have found strength only in the God of promises, the destitute who were confident in the wealth of His transformation, the stubbornly hopeful, who, with cracked faces to the sky, will not see rain until the resurrection. 

And your promise stares you in the face. 

No waiting in the slavery of the grave for thousands of years. This hope is sure. 

But, "he who sows sparingly will also reap sparingly, and he who sows bountifully will also reap bountifully" (2 Cor. 9:6). 

You have more to give. 

Your life is the ground, no matter how dry, and the seed of His righteousness cannot be planted and watered by the rain of His grace if there is no available plot for it. This land is not ultimately for you to feed off of, but to provide much-needed nourishment to the bloated and discoloured who have no ground of their own. 

He made all that you see from nothing, so how many things He could renew, restore, and remake from a life held out for the taking? 

When you are ready, He is able. The fields are ripe with the harvest - if you would only look with His eyes. Eyes of abounding grace and sufficiency that distributes freely to the wrinkled and worm-ridden because of righteousness that rules over all.