He told them, “The harvest is plentiful, but the workers are few. Ask the Lord of the harvest, therefore, to send out workers into his harvest field. Luke 10:2
Spring is here. The cool misty morning air is pierced with the crisp, clear songs of the birds. The horses are frisky from their improved diet of green grass after a winter of hay. The chickens are all laying and bunnies multiplying. Flowers are blooming in full color and trees budding everywhere. The new life all around is bursting God’s message of Hope. The farm is an enchanting place to be in the spring.
But there is also an undercurrent of spiritual warfare ever seeking to cut life short and snuff out joy and peace. As death slowly seeks to stake its claim on loved ones and the workload increases with only months of steady incline ahead, what should be anticipated excitement, can easily become infected with fear and turn into dread.
But, our sweet, sweet, Savior reminds me over and over that I am not asked to carry the burden alone. He only asks that I walk the journey with Him. Never letting what my eyes see and what others believe to dissuade me from the beautiful truth that He whispers in my heart. We will bring forth life together if I but stay the course with Him. I will see miracles and healing and wholeness come from impossible situations. Where the flower dies the seed will be planted. Nothing is wasted when it is done in love, with Him.
The life of the laborer with a plentiful harvest is blessed, but he can lose sight of that under the weight of carrying in the blessed harvest. At least I know I can lose sight of it at times. I even tend to put the extra burden on my fellow workers. It is here that I begin to overwhelm them in my own anxieties. But, then my kind Lord, invites me to rest. To spend a sweet hour with my back against the cool earth and the sun on my face watching the clouds and laughing in joy at the glory of it all. Then back again He takes my hand and pulls me up to carry on beside Him.
To Him, I can look when I am in need of rest, relief, and additional willing hands. He will provide, if I but ask. To my fellow laborers, allow yourself to rest In Him, for a time and remember the glory of the journey. Then let Him pull you and walk on with Him in Joy.