harvest

 

Here is the evidence of my harvest this week. 4 tiny strawberries, 1 little cucumber, and 1 green bean. I couldn’t be happier! Unless, of course I had a bushel of green beans, and maybe if my strawberries were bigger and sweeter. I mean, I’m not complaining because I didn’t expect anything to grow since my yard gets pretty limited sun exposure.

This summer has had me scrambling every single day, which makes me think that next year I might not invest so much time and energy into planting and tending a garden. (2 gardens, really, but whatev.) Maybe I’ll just collect my summer harvest the old-fashioned way, from the Farmer’s Market. I have aspirations of lining my pantry shelves with jars of produce that I’ve canned at home, just like my grandma used to do. But I have a lot of life calling my name and vying for my attention. There’s no sense in fighting for my dreams when the only things are going with me to the next life are my people. 

It’s become my most critical aim to get quiet with God early each morning. It sharpens my vision and enables me to hear more clearly. It quiets the flurry of activity in my mind and harnesses the whirlwind of emotion that feeds the flames of anxiety in my chest. The presence of God is so powerful and so healing, that even without exchanging any words, I am changed in just a few minutes with Him. So whether I grow the vegetables or buy them next year, it won’t matter as long I find myself running to meet Him before I begin the comings and goings of my days.

“Now this I say, he who sows sparingly will also reap sparingly, and he who sows bountifully will also reap bountifully.”

‭‭2 Corinthians‬ ‭9:6‬ ‭NASB1995‬‬

https://bible.com/bible/100/2co.9.6.NASB1995