I was beating myself up for falling behind with everything, making unfair comparisons with others, (feeling a tad jealous) and wondering just when my writing/life dreams might bear fruit. Maybe you can relate?
Here’s what God whispered back….
“Do not fear lack, My giving to another will never take away from all I desire to give to you. There is more than enough to go around. Once you begin to fully appreciate all the grace gifts I already bestow on you each day, then you will see how lavish is my love, how freely all is given, how good the Lord is to you, how wonderfully I care for My beloved ones.
Others may look like they are forging ahead while you stand still. It only appears that way because they are in a season of harvest reaping and you are in a fallow, resting season where seed for future growth is being sown.
Growth is still happening under the surface, though it may not yet be discernible to your eyes. These waiting times are painful for you, but I want you to see how necessary they are in growing you on the inside, in shaping you into all you can become by My grace.
Fruit will come forth in due time. If you can be content to lay low and remain teachable, there will soon be an opening for you as well. It might seem infinitesimal but every tiny action, each deed willingly and cheerfully done for Me in love is truly valuable for My Kingdom growth.
Every time you react with gratitude instead of grumbling, turn to Me whenever you feel twisted up with jealousy or cut up by comparison, continue to pray, speak, write and share in a way that encourages others, you are fulfilling My will for you now and helping good spiritual fruit to flourish and swell.
These are no mean feats. They are essential, healthy soul care steps in making progress. I guide you continually, speak to you in and through everything. A keen, listening ear will hear My voice urging them on, whispering inspiration and encouragement, infusing My unconditional love and unlimited strength into all weary warriors.
The battlefield of life can lead to loss and strife. Be on your guard. Keep your heart tuned heavenward, eyes of faith clear and your mind aligned with mine through ingesting My Word. I am your sword for the fight, your Comforter when battle scars wound you and fear makes you want to take flight.
Stay focused on ploughing in your own small furrow. Keep your eyes on Me. Don’t let the jostle of the world or swift pace of others deter you from nurturing your soul’s soil ground. Slow and steady will still get you to the finishing line.
And as you pause from your labours, lift your eyes to drink in the scenery, stop to pull up a few weeds, remember I am in the sun’s rays warming your upturned face. I am the gentle breeze bringing soft refreshment.
I am the vast expanse of sky, always displaying My glory. I am earth, fertile ground. I am Sower, Reaper and Harvester of your soul seeds. Fruit will come. I promise. Just trust in Me.”