Digging. Planting. Aching bones. Tired hands.
In the midst of the toil, my eyes focused on the details. The work. It can be hard to lift my eyes up. To have vision for the harvest.
We work. And work. Laborious efforts. In our corners of the world. We give our mind. Our body. Our soul. To our endeavors.
Then we wait.
And wait.
Praying for rain. For sun. For the right combination.
From someone beyond ourselves. To collect our effort and turn the switch.
To see our seeds sprout. And grow.
Together we collect the harvest. Our work. His power.
To labor without harvest vision, I give up. I grow bitter.
But when I lift my eyes up. When I envision what can be. When he shows me the storehouse he is capable of. Work and joy mingle.
My isolation melts. I’m a part of a bigger picture.
Soon he will say. Come. Come to the table. For now it is all ready.
“Think of yourself as a seed patiently wintering in the earth; waiting to come up a flower in the Gardeners’ good time, up into the real world, the real waking.”
C.S. Lewis
I’m participating with The Nester in 31 Days of Noticing Fall. This is Day 26.
You can find all 31 Dayers here. There are so many wonderful topics.
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Beautiful words……….Soon he will say. Come. Come to the table. For now it is all ready.