Sometimes the fruits are so hard to see.
They remain hidden, blending into the background,
easy to be missed if I don't look for them
Today, I must be intentional.
I must cling to the hope that there is fruit,
that the hard work will bring new life,
that the tilling and the toiling,
the fertilizing and the weeding,
will bring growth and harvest.
And not just in my garden,
but in the hearts of my children.