Just back from picking brambles. The sun is out; the sky is
blue; my heart was singing to the Lord (and so was my mouth sometimes!)
As I filled my fourth punnet, I thought of the lavishness of
this year’s bramble and cherry harvests. Delicious fruits, growing without any
husbandry. They grow on the verges of the fields, fields which the farmer
lavishes with care and chemicals, fields which yielded poor crops this year
because of unusual weather conditions.
Everyone watches the fields for the harvests and bemoans the
poor result. Relatively nobody is looking along the verges, which the Lord is
blessing with abundance.
I thought of my own prayer life. I lavish most prayers on
certain people and situations. I watch carefully for signs of growth.
Meanwhile, what is the Lord doing along the neglected verges of my life? I am
missing great things when I fail to see what the Lord is doing, and join in
with him to bring in the harvest.
So my prayers coming
back changed as I asked him to show me the verges in my life, so that I can
join in to bring in an abundant harvest, a harvest all down to the Lord of the
harvest. I asked him to give us more workers in our community, to scour the
verges for signs of growth and then to nurture and bring it into the Kingdom.
And if you’re out my way, bring some empty punnets. The
verges are ripe unto a delicious harvest.
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