The
harvest is plentiful but the workers are few. Ask the Lord of the harvest,
therefore, to send out workers into His harvest field.
-Matthew
9:37-38
There
I go again, trying to plant, plow, water and reap my own fields, only to find
them trampled by my fumbling hands.
You
say the work is plenty, the fruits are ripe, yet who will pluck the precious
pieces from their vine? Wheat, golden in the yellow sun, waves in an autumn
wind, full and soft and ready to fall apart at a touch. See how they glisten?
See how they arch in the afternoon air, beckoning, helpless on their own? How
they plead for perfection upon their stalks.
You
are the planter. You raise the soil and set each seed in their place among the
earth. You gently prod each miracle inside to shape and stir beneath Your
touch, and day after week after month You watch and wait for fruit to bear.
You, with Your tender care, see the sweet growth and prepare its color and
taste.
I
am a feeble servant, stretched on my hand and knees to collect the remnants
left in Your wake. Where the dirt meets the drops of harvest, there you’ll find
my soiled hands. How can I breathe Your bounty when my lungs are filled with
dust?
Come,
You say to me. The time is right and the fields are full for plucking. Tend to
Your gardens with the grace and mercy You first planted. Much work is still to
be done, and You have designed a specific purpose for my path.
My
heart is eager yet my steps are slow. I fear to trod upon the handiwork of Your
green thumb, afraid to till and sift and shake. But You have bundled together
those that most fit my fertility, have already given me the strength to stay
Your course. Under a waning sky I will take my chaff and store the best for
You. I will grow and sow and toil and water, so when the time comes to pluck up
Your treasures, so smoothed and shaped they will slide like raindrops off a
summer flower and flow straight into eternity’s basket.
Prayer:
The harvest is plenty, but the workers
are few. How I long to be counted as one who tends Your fields! Give me a
planter’s heart and a soul to sow, that I may pick the vines that You have
grown so ripe and full. Thank You for allowing me to do Your work. Amen.
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