Seeds planted daily,
Praying that the ground they fell upon is soft.
Hoping the package that wrapped them bring forth the fruit it promised.
In the meantime, I’ll wait patiently and work on me.
Preparing for my harvest.
Clearing out old loves, meaningless obligations, and unwanted acquaintances
In the meantime, I’ll cherish the me time.
The quiet time.
Rejuvenating my spirit.
In the meantime, I’ll wait for my season.
-with a capital M