Good morning LovelyOne,
I am watching a lightening show out our front window.
Wheat farmers have been hustling to get their crops out before the rain. Our Oklahoma farmers are a unique breed. They have a daily fight with the odd habits of nature. And, oh the day-to-day energy it takes, physical, relentless energy, attention to detail, continuous character is required.
When the field turns golden, the farmer walks into it, examines the head to see if it’s grains are an empty hull or firm and meaty, good, fat kernels.
A good year yields grain that pours out slowly from the dump bed at the elevator as yellow rain. A good year swells a farmer’s heart with a rich, conquering pride. (Mmm. I can smell the harvests of my people’s fields from my childhood!)
When failure comes to a crop, it strikes at the very center of the man. Inferiority, uneasiness, discouragement, and a loathing sense of defeat.
‘the field is the world; and the good seed — these are the sons of the kingdom. The weeds are the sons of the evil one, and the enemy who sowed them is the Devil. The harvest is the end of the age, and the harvesters are angels. Therefore, just as the weeds are gathered and burned in the fire, so it will be at the end of the age.’ (Matthew 13:38-40 HCSB)
Are you just taking up space, like the weeds, and setting yourself up for defeat? Or, are you allowing the Harvester to grow you into full, productive health, nourishing others as you grow? Chew on that kernel a while today, DearOne.
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