The weather is soft. Brambles swell and blacken in the warm
sunlight. Seedpods from gorse and broom are popping. A gentle breeze ruffles
the leaves and dries the sheets. Round haybales rest in the harvested fields,
beckoning kids to climb on and play. The local farmer tells me it’s a rare year
when the harvest is in by the end of August, and this is one of those years.
Life is demanding, hectic, sometimes chaotic. The news
harvested from around the world is dire. Many feel anxious, understandably, for
the future.
Be still and know that I am God. He is a good God. He is
still bringing a harvest of goodness. Weeds of violence and disrespect grow
among the tares of kindness and love. Lost in the middle, our gaze needs to
rise to his throne room. Focusing on the tragedies and disasters leaches our
hope in the God who is the Alpha and the Omega, the beginning and the end. He
doesn’t sleep. He is our refuge and hope in times of trouble.
He will bring in a harvest of righteousness. He will usher
in an age of peace. We have a sure hope in the Lord, because of what Jesus did
for us. So grateful.
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