I return to my blackberries after a summer away. What I love about blackberries is that they thrive when you let them be.
Nobody looks after them in the summer. They just do what they do until they ripen and nearly burst off the vine.
Some assignments from God are like this. You set something in place and let it be. You send off a prayer and let it go. You sow something deep and go about your life. One day, you look out the window and find the fruit of your labor that you neither tended nor worried over.