Last year’s seeds full of miracles were deposited into my soul. This year I will push them out. Birth them. They have infiltrated my entire body and have planted strong roots. I believe, in spite of death, turmoil, sickness, and disease. The ugliest demons from hell tried their best to uproot my roots of promise. When they saw my head bowed and my tears fall, they rejoiced believing I was giving up. Little did they know that my tears were only watering the seed of truth that would transform my very life. The pressure was used as preparation.