April 15, 2014 by Beth Hess
Corn is exactly what he was expecting.
What is planted in the Spring is harvested in the Fall.
The fields near my home are being tilled. Turned — pushing top soil to the bottom and bringing bottom soil to the top again. Planted — orchestrated rows of seed. Each full of promise. Full of purpose. Predetermined to be a more fulfilled version of what they already are.
Summer is coming quickly this year. As the heat rises and the humidity lingers over the fields, it will be too late for planting.
Miss the spring planting, and you’ll miss the fall harvest. And it won’t come around again for another whole season.
I don’t want to miss anything more. So I’ve been thinking these days about what I hope to see come to maturity in the days of harvest. And realizing it won’t just happen. It has to be sown.
It’s time to plant.
Let your roots grow down into him and draw up nourishment from him, so you will grow in faith, strong and vigorous in the truth. (Colossians 2:7, NIV)
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