The Fruit Will Come
Hard work and prayer have sustained you, but now the sight of empty fields feels like too much to bear. You wonder, “Will there ever be fruit?” as you take a seat where you are, gripping the barren ground you’re hoping will give way to life.
These are the seasons of choosing faith over sight, of trusting that long-held dreams and faithfully planted choices are developing roots underneath the surface. While your hands may have surrendered those seeds into the soil of your life, they’ve never left God’s hands. He is still faithfully tending to each and every one, personally overseeing their preservation.
The fruit will come.
