It used to be Work, Water, Weed and Work While Waiting.
Now that the grass is nearly gone there’s time to Watch While Waiting.
Once I spread out with room to spare.
Now my borders are well defined.
That was then, this is now. I’m a lot older you see, but blessed in ways only older folk know. God’s seed has had time to sprout, and the ground was watered in tears. Both grief and repentance have worked together to soften my soul. Our Father knows what is needed for there to be fruit. Drink deeply from Christ’s Spirit the water of life.