I recently visited Fausett Farms in Dawsonville, GA. It's a small sunflower farm tucked behind a creek. There were two sections. One field that was dying and one that was thriving. Sunflowers naturally face the direction of the sun.

It was a gloomy day. So, I expected some of the flowers to not to face the sky. Imagine my surprise when these seven to eight foot flowers were facing the sky as if to say, “I might not see you, but I know you're there.”

How many of us are like that first field? We can’t see God. So, we doubt God. We hang our heads as if we can’t still feel his presence or his rays of sunshine. Same seeds. Same soil. Same sun. Different harvest. What's your harvest look like?