I see a field.
The field is very wide and long.
The field is plowed ready for seeds
The field shows life.
… The field is full.
The field is dead.
Our life is like that of the field in my vision.
We are taught.
We then are given many seeds to prosper in our life.
We began to show light and life is full.
Then a storm comes and our life begins to die inwardly.
If we are not on good ground life storms will destroy what was not rooted deeply.
The floods of life will then drown you to feeling hopeless.
No more, no more