Yesterday, in the pew, I almost missed this ray of hope, reminding me the big screens by the altar only compliment the living Truth laid open on my lap.

Those who sow with tears

will reap with songs of joy.

Those who go out weeping, 

carrying seed to sow, 

Will return with songs of joy, 

carrying sheaves with them.  Psalm 126:5-6

Less than 24 hours, God gently reminds me that He always produces harvest for the faithful waiters. 

Sheaves...proof of new dreams, new plans, new purpose.

Seed...there's still something to carry, to sow. 

Tears precede joy.

It happens often; I spill Saturday's honesty and God swiftly plants truth way down in the cavernous places of my weary, broken soul.