Dang, it’s been a minute. But my heart is overflowing with God’s goodness. Many of you know God gave me a dream on July 7th, 2025. In my dream, I was walking down a hallway, sticking my head in doorways. One room was a plant nursery. I entered with joy, but was quickly disappointed. All of the plants were brown and dried out, the leaves hanging like crumpled paper over the sides of the pots. Instead of a thriving nursery, it looked like a plant graveyard. I quickly exited that room and continued to other rooms (that I can’t remember). I retraced my steps down the hallway, rushing past the plant morgue,  when I heard a woman’s voice call to me. I paused at the doorway. A woman stood in the middle of the room and beckoned to me. “Come here, I have something I want to show you,” she said.

Reluctantly, I obeyed. She took me past rows of pots of dried plants and then leaned over one particular pot. With her hands, she gently pulled apart the dried leaves, exposing the center of the plant.  “Look closely,” she said. I also leaned in. Underneath the layers of dead leaves was a tiny green shoot of new growth.  Then the woman said with great authority, “Today is the first Day of the Season of Hope.” And I woke up.

Mind you, this dream came as we were in Knoxville releasing Greater Things.  The Lord used that dream as a resounding gong for Chuck and me in the following months of transition and sadness. We began tracking the days. We read the corresponding Psalm. If we got discouraged, we would ask each other, “What day is it?”

It’s Day 12 of a Season of Hope. It’s Day  32. Oddly enough, on Day 50, lots of random things happened. Chuck got a contract on a house. My son-in-law asked me to baptize him. I heard from a person with whom I had been praying for reconciliation. Just a flurry of unexpected activity. Out of the blue. The Lord reminded me that Pentecost was 50 days after the Resurrection, and 50 was the Year of Jubilee. Wow, Lord.

Then He said, “All these things you never saw coming. I was working on all these things behind the scenes.  I am always planning ahead for you. You have no idea what, but you can always have Hope in my plans.”

Needless to say, Chuck and I experienced a beautiful and stringent realignment with the Lord. We continued to count the days in the season of hope. And then…

On Jan 7th, something shifted.  It came like a flood. Recalling the promises not yet fulfilled. Remembering the words God had already given us. Reflecting on 2025. Praying for 2026. Scripture. Sermons from different people. Worship. The quickening of the Holy Spirit.

Now is the season of Harvest. 

Now. Not later on or soon. Now.
Harvest. Not planting or fertilizing. Or waiting. Harvest.

One of the pastors prayed in his heart-piercing message, “Father, don’t let us sleep through the harvest.”

Yes Lord. I know this verse.

“He who gathers crops in summer is a prudent son, but he who sleeps during harvest is a disgraceful son.” Proverbs 10:5

I want to move with You.
Agree with You.
Believe with You.
Don’t let laziness or distraction or comfort or fear cause me to sleep through harvest.

We have been shifted from Hope to Harvest.

We see things quickly coming together in Chuck’s work in real estate and my work in Many Waters. Clarity from God demands courage from us. He is moving, and we have to go with Him.

May I add one more little affirmation? Remember my story about the pothos plant?  Every week, I watered and checked these plants. I thought so many times: I killed them.  I have killed both the mother plant and the offspring. Nothing is happening. At all.

But God.

Now, yes, now, months later, they are both producing new shoots. Yes, some of the leaves did die. Sickly vines didn’t make it. But now they are both vigorously sending out new shoots and bright green baby leaves. Selah.

More to come on this big revelation. But I would encourage you to ask the Lord.
What season are you in?
Are you waiting when you should be harvesting?
Are you complaining about no harvest when you haven’t planted anything yet?
Are you supposed to be hoping even in the stillness?

Our great God is always working. All ways. All His ways are loving and faithful. Psalm 25:10