The battle is real.
So many times I look behind me to see what I left behind. .
The words seem to be there but not where I left them. 😱
The words that were written on the battlefield were not for me. They are out there.
Hidden from the one who comes to steal the words of my heart.
Sowers of the seeds , do not reap the harvest , it’s only sown in faith for those who are to come after our lives are long gone to the grave. If accepted worthy of will of God. . And the soul he chose to save.