My uncle called me out of the blue in late June with a word.
He told me that July would be a harvest season– the seeds had been sown and continued faith was all I needed. It was an incredibly powerful and much needed message that left me happy. Unfortunately, just a few days into July– while being called everything but a child of God– I had long forgotten his words and the way they made me feel.
And when I did finally remember, I thought he was mistaken. Until now. He was absolutely right. This is harvest season.
You know what they say…