Refreshing Dew

I am in the season of dry; Winter season of my soul. I guess I am frustrated, discouraged, and disappointed. So from today onwards till any season that may come I am going to record, Lord willing, anything that God is doing to my soul in order to restore it.

This evening I came across this beautiful song by Wendell Kimbrough through Advent meditation. Not my typical song, but it happened to speak to me personally. Just like that. It made me cry. It reminded me of God's strong promises.

Take a look at the lyrics, my friends. And here's how it sounds: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bPj3Kf7Dorw

Your labor is not in vain,

though the ground underneath you is cursed and stained.

Your planting and reaping are never the same,

But your labor is not in vain.

For I am with you, I am with you.

I am with you, I am with you.

For I have called you,

called you by name.

Your labor is not in vain.

Your labor is not unknown,

though the rocks they cry out and the sea it may groan.

The place of your toil may not seem like a home,

but your labor is not unknown.

The vineyards you plant will bear fruit,

the fields will sing out and rejoice with the truth,

for all that is old will at last be made new:

the vineyards you plant will bear fruit.

The houses you labored to build,

will finally with laughter and joy be filled.

The serpent that hurts and destroys shall be killed,
and all that is broken be healed.