Reflecting today on the things we plant in the hopes of fruit to come. We believe in planting so we do it but ultimately we have very little control over what grows and who it belongs to. The pain is in our awareness of this and our discipline is planting anyway – even though we’re tired and someone else may receive the benefit of our careful tending, someone else may not like the plants we’ve chosen or where we positioned them and tear them out like weeds. The thing that I value is only valued by others if they want it themselves. What I grieve for, is not this house, much like another having four walls and a roof, but the harvest hoped for here that will not be realised by me.
There is a large harvest, but few workers to gather it in. Pray to the owner of the harvest that he will send out workers to gather in his harvest.
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