Still a few cherry tomatoes left on the vine. I wonder this morning when the last one will be picked for the season. This has been a year of rough roads, and answered prayers. We do not always get to choose the best of the crop, yet we keep watering, and pruning until Autumn takes us into a season of falling leaves, and bountiful harvests. Death, and dying seem to be a fate we want to run from, but yet no matter how we try we still must ripen for the harvest of our souls to heaven. "Let not your hearts be troubled says the Lord, for I am with you always." Sounds like a promising reassurance we can hold steady through faith; though men may offer, their words often fail in vain.
I look out this morning, and I gather my thoughts like tiny fruit on outstretched branches. I see the morning dew like droplets of hope upon a new day dawning!
Amen
God bless you all on this Sunday morning!
