[the LORD] will fill your barns with grain,
and your vats will overflow with good wine.
Proverbs 3.9-10
I haven’t gone out to harvest today’s garden goodies yet. But this is already in my “tomato bowl” this morning. The bowl is 18″ diameter, 6″ deep. And full – 4 types of tomatoes.
For a few months, gardening has been tending to, working, weeding, watering, feeding, watching over with hope and expectancy.
Then suddenly…
He who cultivates his land will have plenty of bread…
Proverbs 28.19a
I can hardly get used to this heavy-with-harvest time. I go out to work a little, water a bit and come in with so much reward, my arms and shirt filled with garden goodies of all kinds – enough to enjoy and share! And I am still overwhelmed by these daily benefits (loaded with them!), astonished with joy over finding new mercies among the leaves, sort of amazed and giggling at the miracle of it: Look what God has done! I apologize in advance – I cannot help myself. I throw a load on the counter and whip out the iPhone. *snap!
Dave caught me scrolling through my phone’s camera roll and smiling. Because this is the time I was waiting for {{nearly breathless, quietly~quietly hoping}}, and am yet so happily dazzled over: harvest time! I knew down deep it was coming {hoped-against-hope it would}, but I have still been captured by surprise!
And I will restore for you the years that the locust has eaten—the hopping locust, the stripping locust, and the crawling locust…
And you shall eat in plenty and be satisfied and praise the name of the Lord, your God, Who has dealt wondrously with you. And My people shall never be put to shame.
Joel 2.25-26
It takes all my strength not to plaster all 37 images I have taken of my veggies in the last week right here on this blog. Yesterday, as I was juggling red, juicy tomatoes and heavy, dark green cucumbers with assorted peppers and just-right zucchini with straightneck squash to bring them into the house, it was perhaps the third load, as the sun was shining on me and the purple petunias were cheering me on in their perfumed and wavy way, I heard a voice (in my spirit, not literally) narrating my story from heaven ~
“The seeds were buried in hot, black soil on a spring day by faith. Waiting, not always patiently, but certainly with expectancy…waiting…Then one day, the harvest became so plentiful she could barely keep up ~ armfuls of plenty, abundance filling every nook, every cranny. The time of abundance had come. At last”
Yes, I know I am a little over-the-top about gardening, but don’t you also find it incredibly stunning that God allows us to join Him in creating a profusion of life-giving food? Don’t you think it is an honor to get to tend to these miraculous growing things and then He just gives them to us?! I am a humbled recipient of the summer yield, a wealth of delicious, seed-bearing, life-giving, nutritious, lovely sustenance for my body and soul – this from a seed I watched die in the soil. Supernatural provision, people!
I am intoxicated with gratefulness for the Creator. I am.
Do not be deceived…A man reaps what he sows…Let us not become weary in doing good, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up. Galatians 6.7-9 NIV
