The sprouting tendrils fired my enthusiasm for the farm and I tended and weeded most evenings, to ensure a good yield. Barely a month later, the excitement started to wane and the weeds multiplied rapidly, till I abandoned the small farm to the elements. The harvest was predictable.

?But he that shall endure unto the end, the same shall be saved.? ? Mathew 24: 13 (KJV)

Sowing is only the beginning.
Let the Son shine in your heart daily.

By, Nosa Owens-Ibie,
Tuesday, August 02, 2005.

Emailed on Thursday, October 23, 2008 (by Osamudiamen)