Seeds are planted. Rain comes.
Something dies, then growth comes.
Write. Journal. Ask. Wait. Grieve. Process.
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