If patience grew as plentiful as grapes growing like clusters of jewels on a vine, then I would pick a plethora. But the heat of summer has left everything dry, so I find patience to be lacking. Still, I wait in hopes that a new vineyard will sprout, only not in the soil of a fertile field, but somewhere in the soil of my heart.
"Don't be misled--you cannot mock the justice of God. You will always harvest what you plant."
-Galatians 6:7
4 weeks ago
1 comment:
Ahhh...we wrote about similar things...except mine was a re-post. What a beautiful Savior, He will grow you, do the work, is making something beautiful in YOU! love!!:}:}
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