Promises Fulfilled

Faith is a measure, a gift.

Seeds sprinkled into the heart.

Whispers of promises.

Promises from the One Who yearns to fulfill.

But will He?

I often wonder during those times of desperation, when things are too overwhelming to bear.

Then those promises whisper again and again, rolling over in my mind.

So real I can see them, touch them.

The seeds are watered and begin to grow, twisting around every desire of my heart.

As they grow, the enemy also whispers.

Whispers of lies. You’re not worthy, you’re forgotten.

Will He really fulfill these longings?

Yes!

Yes, He will!

If only I believe.

It’s my choice.

Will I uproot everything that was planted?

When I believe, the seeds that sprouted flourish into trees heavy ladened with fruit.

And the fruit from these trees are those promises fulfilled.