Sow! Sow! Sow! More!
Truth — we may sow for years before we reap. What faith shall sustain us? What stubborness shall keep us persevering? What streak of insanity shall slog us forward in the face of zero results for all our efforts?
Two massive oaks stood dead for years as 1) woodpeckers enjoyed them and 2) we debated whether they might miss the shed if we allowed them to fall naturally. One night in a storm they both fell
Wait!! This fails as metaphor. Dead trees don’t sow. Or do they?
Shall we sow while standing dead?
Is this possible?
They did miss the shed…