Unwanted changes occur. Crises happen. Catastrophes invade our days without warning. The enemy comes to steal, kill, and destroy. He wages threats and makes good on some of them. From all appearances, the pleasant field that once surrounded us—increasingly pleasant, in retrospect—has been scorched and razed. However, God makes threats of His own, and He never wastes His breath. Whether or not our physical surroundings ever again resemble what we once knew, if we have an ounce of breath on the other side, we can bear much fruit again.
