faith | i just have to believe that

Faith. 

I’ve decided to prepare for the Promise. To become the steward I need to be. Obeying. Sacrificing. Holding onto Hope. Believing the evidence of things unseen. 

“To receive the best. I have to be my best.” I worked. Faithful to a promise I had not received. 

It is near. I can feel it. But when? It is here. 

It was absolute and ambiguous. Familiar and foreign. 

I prepared for the tree but received the seed. Ready to eat its fruit and enjoy its’ shade. Believing the digging was behind. 

Suddenly, accepting the seed meant rejecting the tree I became. I rushed the seed to bear fruit. But, A seed can’t bear fruit before it’s time. Patience is required to receive the harvest.  

Only trusted gardeners receive seeds.  

What if the seed was more than I can ask, think, or imagine? What if the tree I became was to show the seed the tree it could become? What if I removed myself to serve the seed? Yes.

I stop drinking to water the seed. I step out of the sun for the seed to receive the light. Joy radiates when the promise is served, not exploited. 

The seed bears fruit. Fascinating. I realize the journey molded me into a trusted gardener. 

I just have to have the faith to believe that.