The harvest marks the end of the growing season. A time when farmers rejoice or lament over the quality and quantity of their crops. It hurts to imagine how all those hard hours, sweat and blood, labored over each and every field could possibly yield little or no supply.
My thumb is the opposite of green, yet my love for fresh food fueled my desire to attempt a garden this year. To my amazement some vegetables grew, and true to my expectation many didn’t. It was defeating to know I’d carefully plotted, planned, and nourished each seed I’d sown only to find my dream of homegrown broccoli was just that—a dream!
I did the work, but I didn’t harvest what I planted.
The bible promises we will always harvest what we plant. If choose to live a life pleasing to the Lord, we will reap a harvest of blessings. Not perfect circumstances, but perfect love, peace and joy. We will reap a harvest of faith over fear and a sound mind over anxiety. We will seek the good of others and see a harvest of lives changed. However, if we chose to live a life that is solely interested in pleasing one’s selfish desires, we will reap a harvest of weeds- and that is not a threat, it’s a promise. Our weary hearts often plant our hopes in selfish gain, which only produces fleeting pleasure and certain strife. Yet if we hope in Christ alone we will find the fruit of our labor yields more than we could ever ask or imagine.
“So let’s not grow tired of doing what is good. At just the right time we will reap a harvest of blessing if we don’t give up.” Galatians 6:9
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© Tamara Gurley 2015