The day was cold, and dark, not a ray of sun was allowed to pass the gray clouds. Rain was a promise.
Every curse turns into blessing, the widow thought as she looked over her dry, and thirsty fields. Many times she cryed rivers over the land, wishing she could heal it with her tears, and toiling with the seeds, left to her by a shadow of her past.
Now the storm is here, and though most fear it, and take refuge in their homes, the widow sits in the orphaned field, singing, and comforting the young plants through the storm. She knows one day they will be tall and grown, giving food for many people.
“Do not move an ancient boundary stone or encroach on the fields of the fatherless, for their Defender is strong; he will take up their case against you.”
This warning is a great promise for single moms, and fathers. No matter what you are struggling with, the storms of life bring blessings for our children, and many others. No enemy will steal from our harvest, and though things may be stolen, we are promised to get back even more.. The enemy stands trial in Gods court, and is found guilty, while we recieve a hundred fold of what was lost. Amen