Seeds are planted. Rain comes.
Something dies, then growth comes.
Write. Journal. Ask. Wait. Grieve. Process.
That is where I am.
Out of the rain (tears) comes life anew.
More than enough.
Only after “the fullness of time” – kairos – does the harvest come.
Until then, the preparation continues.
The school of grief is hard. The school of death produces life.
I submit to the process.
I submit to the time it takes.
I submit to the grief.
The rains fall.
The ground is watered.
Life is sprouting.
Wait for it.
Soon it bursts forth.
“I am with you always.” ~ Jesus