It had been a long, hard season.
The crops were fickle and needed a lot of tending. Aside from that, the lands were vast this year, and we had been in a drought for months. Sometimes, when doubt overwhelmed me, I would question if my meager efforts would really pay off, or if the seed was incapable of producing fruit with such unfavorable conditions.
But today was unlike any other.I was awakened by the pitter patter of wet substance slapping the window pane.
Sure enough, the dry and barren soil was submerged in a layer of "fertilizer."
I was so engaged in the miracle, I didn't hear Papa come up behind me.
"What do we do now?" I asked still staring in disbelief.
His answer was unsatisfying and reassuring all together, like the cool, piercing breeze that just swept over. He smiled the smile of a proud farmer, who had finally smelt the harvest he had been sewing for a long season…
"We wait."
I believe the life of a Christ follower parallels the life of a devout farmer. There are three seasons that take place, continuously and devotedly.
1. The working season
2. The waiting season
3. Partaking of the harvest
I think many expect immediate reward after hard work. What they don't realize is it takes a lot more than our feeble hands to produce something worthy of a harvest. Like a farmer after months of intense labor, we are often called to a season of waiting before we are able to see the fruit of our efforts. It's through time, rain, and intense heat that produces the lasting crop.
During the waiting season it tends to rain a lot, but if you have been a farmer for long, you know this is a good thing, because it is grounds for producing the greatest growth.
I am nearing the end of an arduous and labor-some season, and Papa's words keep ringing in my ears,
"Good things come to those who wait."
