Send Me a Farmer

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As I am sitting, doing morning Bible devotional, I realize that I’m doing a lot of reading of words but nothing is soaking in, absorbing.  I begin to visualize my heart as soil.  Needing good nutrient soil in order for the Word to take root in me.  Not to simply fall on dry sand that shifts around by every breeze and doesn’t ever stay in place.  Picturing moist dark rich soil and I start to pray for the Lord to work the soil of my heart, of my being.  Till it up!  Make it rich!  I prayed, “Send me a farmer Lord.  I need a farmer to till this soil”, and as soon as I opened my eyes to look down at my next reading, the first thing I see is Isaiah 28:24 “When a farmer plows for planting, does he plow continually?”.  I absolutely LOVE those moments when God speaks immediately at your request.  So, what did this mean?

Some days we are in the meadow and are expected to simply enjoy the views.  Be thankful and at peace during this time as we gaze upon lush green grass, birds flitting about, baby blue skies with white puffy clouds.  However, at other times, the farmer comes to dig up the ground, to prepare the once beautiful meadow for a harvest.  We need not be afraid of these times. This is when we are being dug up, plowed down, and stripped bare for a season.  When this occurs, the Lord is preparing for a great harvest.  A new crop will eventually begin to grow up and grow strong.  The Fall sun’s rays will shine brightly through the wheat colored tops of this new crop. It will once again be something beautiful, and at the time of harvest, will provide for many more in the world.  This is us!  We are given days of rest where we are in plenty and can simply say “Thank You Lord” for your provision.  But, we are also given days of deep despair and longing.  A sense of being lost when the rug is ripped out from under us.  In these days we shall also find comfort and peace in our Lord as this is harvest season.  Something greater is yet to come.

“There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens:  a time to be born and a time to die, a time to plant and a time to uproot…” Ecclesiastes 3:1-8

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