Rain

Seeds are planted.  Rain comes.

Hard.

Something dies, then growth comes.

Write.  Journal.   Ask.  Wait.  Grieve.  Process.

That is where I am.

Hard places.

Out of the rain (tears) comes life anew.

Growth.

Renewal.

Hope.

Plenty.

Health.

Bursting forth.

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

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