Forgetfulness steals my hope while doubt is the weed that suffocates my faith. And fear of the beasts in the field keep me from watering any seed that managed to survive.
Growth is like planting a garden, you put something in hoping it will grow but there are times when it gets too hot and it burns, or it gets too cold and it withers up and dies. Other times creatures come and use what was grown for their food and leave the garden empty.
The worst is people, people who wait and watch as the garden is tended and they watch as the seasons and creatures destroy the garden then watch as it's rebuilt. After its finished and everything is ready to harvest they come and steal the fruit as if it was grown for them.
Don't let your seeds be hindered and don't let your harvest be stolen.
