It’s pip spitting time!

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There are seasons when the ground is hard and nothing you sow grows

This is not that season

Times when dreams remain dreams, hope – an invisible cord  to cling to

Now is not that time

Lean, barren, colourless and hard

Not even close…

This is the time of seeing every pip you spit take root, grow and flourish

Every dream and desire, come alive in your heart and His hands

The lid is off

The door is open

The soil, ready and waiting.

IT’S PIP SPITTING TIME!

 

 

 

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