This part is the tilling of fallow ground.The careful cultivation of the soil of my soul.What feels like a crisis grows into crowning glory.What looks like too much to bear is really just enough to bear fruit.You've brought me through so many things,I sometimes forget the miracles You've already granted.When I look at the field as it stands, it's disheartening.Improve my vision so I see the crop even before it breaks ground.Bring my dreams to bear just as You farm the fields:ripe, ready, and always right on time. Read next feature >