Submission with a dash of stubborn faith is my recipe this Thanksgiving.

Ever feel like your heart is being pulled in different directions. So many things tug at my heart and demand attention. I give pieces of my heart away to anxious thoughts and lesser things all the time. My heart becomes unintentionally divided. Pulled in different directions, I don't move forward.

We spend so much time comparing with others that we don't take a hard look at our own lives. I know this is true for me. I can feel that emptiness when I start to compare seep in. It feels like what someone else has was stolen from me.

My seasons have been changing. I find that in this shift, I need reminders of who I am. I'm hoping this reminder from David's life speaks...

Planting seeds inevitably changes my feelings about rain.