We Will Miss the Harvest

As I look outside our window and see the spread of farmland that blankets the area, I am fully aware that autumn is close.  The corn is stretched strong and tall, the ears are formed, and the tops of the stalks are tasseled.  Harvest is just around the corner.  We have enjoyed the seasons in this little Michigan home for more than a decade, but the winds of change are blowing.  This summer will be our last season here.


WE WILL MISS THE HARVEST...


Having grown up a Hoosier farm girl on my grandpa's farm, this makes me sad.  I relish the fact that my own children have tasted a little bit of what it's like to grow up in the middle of a corn field.  The stars are brighter, the crickets chirp louder, and the tree frogs sing an unforgettable melody. To pass the time, you climb trees, swing on the porch swing, and watch the deer play in your backyard.  But the winds of change are blowing...


WE WILL MISS THE HARVEST...


To a farmer, the harvest is the most important time of  year. He is rewarded for his labor of planting and tending to his fields and crops.  The harvest is a TANGIBLE reward for his diligent efforts.   But because the Michigan wind is blowing...


WE WILL MISS THE HARVEST...     


 God asks some to ready the ground and plant the seed, some to water the seed, and some to gather the harvest.  A rare few are called to all the tasks, but we are not among the few.  This is God's work here, and our specific job is complete in this little corner of His Kingdom.  It is difficult to leave before the harvest.  We cannot gather the fruits of our labor and experience a tangible reward.  It takes a lot of faith to leave the "field" and trust that someone else will come to tenderly and carefully gather the harvest for which we lovingly labored.  We are sorting through our tangle of emotions.  We are sad the wind is blowing...


WE WILL MISS THE HARVEST...


The ancient wind of change is blowing our family all the way from Michigan to Colorado.  We have no plan.  We only know that God is calling.  We follow.  We radically trust.  We know there are things that our eyes cannot yet see.  Our hearts are stirred, and we must obey the call.  Perhaps a readied field awaits our arrival.  Perhaps we will reap in our journey ahead.  Whatever God has planned, we will do our "BROKEN BEST" to follow His lead. 

WE WILL MISS THE HARVEST...

BUT SOMEWHERE A NEW "FIELD" AWAITS US AND WE TRUST HIS LEADING FOR THE JOB WE ARE CALLED TO DO...

LET THE WIND BLOW...

"We are only God’s servants through whom you believed the Good News.  Each of us did the work the Lord gave us.  I planted the seed in your hearts, and Apollos watered it, but it was God who made it grow."  1 Corinthians 3:5-6