For you also, O Judah, a harvest is appointed.
When I restore the fortunes of my people…
Hosea 6:11
The ground was broken in our brokenness.
The soil ripped open in deep distress.
The seed was sown.
In the sorrows known
we waited.
The crop was watered by our tears,
waiting as we did, uncertain in our fears,
this crop unseen grew,
and with what we knew,
we waited.
Summer storms were harsh, but nurtured care
as seedlings matured in the soil there.
Optimism matured beneath
as the crop came into new green leaf
we waited.
Finally, a day of harvest now today!
We rejoice to abundantly reap and say:
“We receive this gracious grain,
praise You, O God, for new life again!”
We waited!
God provided.
We waited!
God restored.
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