The promise of the harvest

Friends, the harvest will come.

I’ve spent the past many years of my life planting, planting and tilling and sowing and weeding. I have dug up the roots of my past self and yanked out the weeds that were choking who I was becoming. I have worked and labored and planted and cultivated what was good in my life. It has involved so much sweat, so much toil, and so, so much pain.

And then, after all the planting and tilling and watering and weeding, I simply had to wait. I didn’t know what I was waiting for. I didn’t know what the new fruits would look like. I didn’t know when they would come. I just knew that they would. Under the surface, beyond the gaze of my watchful eye, they grew. And slowly and silently, they pushed out of the earth.

“[Jesus] said, ‘This is how it is with the kingdom of God; it is as if a man were to scatter seed on the land and would sleep and rise night and day and the seed would sprout and grow, he knows not how. Of its own accord the land yields fruit, first the blade, then the ear, then the full grain in the ear. And when the grain is ripe, he wields the sickle at once, for the harvest has come.'” Mark 4:26-29

For me, the harvest is here. Suddenly and shockingly, it lies before me. Fields and fields and fields of it lay before my eyes. What was once tender shoots has become stalks of grain, brown and strong and ready for the scythe. I did not do this. I did not make this growth, nor force this change. The Lord has done it, as He always said He would.

And all those years of work, all that labor and toil and sweat and pain, they have been worth it to see the beauty that now lays before me, the beauty of who I have become and the life that stands before me.

I don’t know where you are on your journey, if you’re in the season of tilling and weeding, of rooting and planting. I don’t know if your work is finished or if you’re simply sleeping and rising, quietly awaiting the fruit of your labor. But what I do know is that it will come. Unbeknownst to you, in a way you do not know how, the harvest is being prepared for you, and new life is being born inside you.

So sharpen your scythes. Keep your eyes on the fields. The harvest is almost here.