Fruit in Its Season

God of Every Season,

I want the hidden work to become fruitful.

I want growth to produce something meaningful.

I want the prayers, waiting, pruning, and persistence to matter beyond my own inner life.

Your Word speaks of עֵת (eth).

A season.An appointed time.The right moment for something to occur.

The tree does not bear fruit every day.

There are seasons for roots.Seasons for leaves.Seasons when growth is visible and seasons when life is being preserved beneath the surface.

Free me from expecting fruit outside its season.

When the time for preparation continues, keep me from calling it delay.

When fruit begins to appear, help me receive the responsibility that comes with it.

A tree does not eat its own fruit.

What grows through my life is meant to nourish someone beyond me.

Let wisdom become counsel that helps another person.

Let healed places become compassion.

Let lessons learned in difficulty become shelter for someone passing through a similar storm.

Let gifts developed in private become service offered without pride.

Keep fruitfulness from becoming another name for constant productivity.

The value of my life is not measured by uninterrupted output.

Fruit comes from remaining planted near the source of life.

Root me in Your Word.

Nourish me through Your presence.

Keep me connected to people who encourage healthy growth.

Then, in the season You appoint, let my life produce what serves Your purposes.

I release the timing.

I release the need for recognition.

Let the fruit appear when it is ready, and let it feed whoever You send.

Amen.