Puttin’ Up is in my blood. As a child, I knew an exhausting night was coming when my folks went to pick up boxes of peaches and cherries. I remember being so tired that I felt physically ill as I peeled and processed until the wee hours of the night, begging to go to bed.
Something popped out of my mouth that I had never thought of before. It surprised even me.
What if that abundant life He promises is not meant to be here on earth, but is awaiting us in heaven?
God’s given me hints throughout life that he hears my prayers and blesses me more when I am following fully what He wants of me. This makes perfect sense. But what I didn’t realize until a few weeks ago is that my prayers for others might also be affected when I am not fully being obedient.
Having planted sugar snap peas for many, many years, I am an expert. Or so I thought.
Waiting is a gift. At times it doesn’t feel like a gift. It feels like a much like we are pinned down or behind a fence at the zoo. But as we wait, things are happening behind the scenes. They will be revealed in God’s time, in His manner, with His ultimate wisdom.