It is a time of gathering as you harvest the fruits of your garden, but little one, there is much fruit you know not of and it is good indeed, and it too is being harvested in these days.
Do you not know that you have planted seeds with every kind word spoken, every loving touch? Spiritual gardens have been watered with every prayer you never knew you prayed, uttered as freely as breath.
In the season of dryness, your roots have grown deep and strong as they sought for moisture like buried treasure. Have I not promised that those who seek Me will find Me?
Then you will seek Me, inquire for, and require Me [as a vital necessity] and find Me when you search for Me with all your heart. Jeremiah 29:13 Amplified
Soon there will come a drenching rain and you will be able to stand in the wind of My Spirit, rooted, grounded and secure.
Together We will joy and laugh in each falling drop of glory.
Bonnie's prompt for the Faith Jam was this:
What season of faith are you walking through? Fall (letting go) – Winter (loss/waiting) – Spring (new starts) – Summer (embrace and celebrate)I have lived through days that seemed to last a year
and years that have been crushed into the space of one day.
Seasons tossed, turned. spinning
The long days of scratching, digging, breaking thru
preparing the ground for planting
and the joyous work of scattering seeds
Weeks of waiting for the nourishment of rain
precarious, to much or not enough
both lead to trouble, loss, from parching or rotting
We celebrate the growth that has endured
as we race head first into a season of gathering
learning that plants have to die
as they offer up their fruit
I am scattered and watered
thrive and die
mourn and rejoice
lift my voice in wails and cheers
letting go while holding on
all by His hand
Jamming with Bonnie today about Faith Seasons
sharing also with Emily and others both broken and redeemed



Hints of ripeness appear on the raspberries. Our crabapple trees, though old, weary and calling to be chopped down, are still bringing forth fruit. May the same be said of me one day, when I am struggling with my last years, hours, moments here on this earth.
The house is a riot of colour, purples, pinks and greens delight my eyes as well as the butterflies and hummingbirds.
What a joy to soak in the beauty of all our God has created!


