As a little girl, I was always taught the importance of sowing and reaping both at church and school. I knew that if I wanted good fruits to germinate, I had to sow good seeds, which as a good girl I did. But along the way, life’s curve balls were thrown and several mistakes I made fooled me in to believing I lost my chance.
For the life of me I wanted to make my family and friends proud, but how could I? With all these mistakes and pain, I felt that there was no proof of the seeds I had planted before.
I cried so hard and then I remembered the story of the loving God a friend told me about. I called on Him and said I had nothing left to sow but my broken heart and tears. He told me that was more than enough. I sowed it and continued to wait.