She slowly walked through the dry, barren wilderness
Weeping all the way.
Clutching the seed in her hand she questioned why her master would ask her to plant the seed here.
She sobbed and asked “Why here? There is no river, no well in sight. There has been no rain for so long.
How will these seeds ever grow and become the rich harvest that is so desperately needed?”
Her master looked down and quietly replied,
“Darling, that’s what the tears are for.”
There is always a wilderness
There are always tears
There is always seed…
There will be a harvest
Psalm 84:6 – “Who passing through the valley of Baca make it a well….”

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