It is the season of harvest...
And the view out my window...
Adds to the bounty of blessing...
Stored up in my heart.
The sun is warm and bright...
Smalls are laughing...
Bellies are fed...
Doors slam with the sounds of togetherness...
The bouquets of blessing...
Are in full bloom.
My hands filled-full to the overflow.
The Rose of Sharon is alive and well today.
We count our abundance...
As the multitude of sirens have played...
Over and over...
All day long...
Reminding us...
Of branches once covered in blooms...
Now bare...
From loss and struggle...
My soul sings for them today too.
Oh how I long...
To bring His bouquet today...
Lavish His hurting people.
With the aroma of His hope and love.
So I pray...
With extreme thankfulness...
Use me...
Use us...
Use our harvest...
To feed the hungry.
To line the darkest walls of earth...
With new blooms of life.
We are a blessed people.
May everyday be a day of thanks.
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