When we bought this house, it had a cast iron dinner bell outside. It was taken off when we did some replacements of rotted parts of our mudroom years ago. Ever since, I have not been able to find it. I looked in the barn, garage, cellar way, cellar. No one remembered moving it. No one knew where it went. I honestly had assumed it was accidentally thrown away. Today I just so happened to move a piece of wood in the woodshed and lo and behold, I found it!!! I am over the moon!!! I cleaned it up and am planning a fresh coat of paint. It was a bit more of a search, but I also found the cast iron stick to ding it with (not picture). All was located and is ready to use.
The turning up of the dinner bell came at a time when my self doubting was rambling on. It made me stop in my tracks and turn the tide. The dinner bell is a story of hope. Something I had lost was to be found. Something missing was located. The problem worked itself out. It was right here, all these years under my nose. Certainly not the timeline I expected, but it all worked out in the end.
Sometimes the day to day overwhelms. Planting one seed at a time, awaiting the harvest is tiring work that requires patience. I have faith the harvest will be grand. Let us not become weary in doing good, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up. (Galations 6:9).