How many times have you just taken others for granted? If the meal at the restaurant was good, did you ever thank the chef? When the pastor or worship leaders lifted you up by their ministry, did you take time later to thank them and then remember them in your prayers? How many of us feel lonely and unappreciated because no one has thanked us for as long as we can remember?
Yet how often have we ever paused to turn that same line of reasoning towards God? When there is a flood, a storm or an avalanche the insurance companies are quick to point out that they may not cover all the damages because it was an “act of God”. Today I was so struck by the beauty that I had to pull over and take several photos. Saint Francis is often quoted as saying, “Preach the gospel always, and when all else fails, use words.” God must be a disciple of Francis because He speaks always though rarely with words to me. He instead shouts with the bold brush stokes of skies too big for any lens to capture. He dips his brush into a palette of a thousands hues to texture every field of hay. He is an artist who revels in but is never entirely satisfied with His work. Every day he splashes across ten thousand horizons a brand new day and each night while we are snuggling down into our covers He stays up late and silently caresses the forests with a breeze.
And in the midst of all that our God is busily doing and creating ask yourself: “When was the last time I reached up, tugged on His sleeve and said, ‘Wow that was an amazing job today!’ ”
I will give thanks to the Lord with my whole heart; I will recount all of your wonderful deeds. Psalms 9:1
May God give you heaven’s dew and earth’s richness— an abundance of grain and new wine. Genesis 27:28
But don’t rejoice because evil spirits obey you; rejoice because your names are registered in heaven.” Luke 10:20
When the trumpet of the Lord shall sound, and time shall be no more,
And the morning breaks, eternal, bright and fair;
When the saved of earth shall gather over on the other shore,
And the roll is called up yonder, I’ll be there. by James Black
The season is slowly closing and the snow clouds are peeking over the horizon. The hay is rolled and ready for the Winter and all nature is being readied for its coming. Tomorrow is not given to us so today lets allow the Lord of the harvest to make us ready for Him!
All summer it grows waiting for that single day when it’s time to cut and bale. I always love seeing the long straight raked rows of golden hay against the green of the grass.
It says that another year has come and it is harvest time…
Then the Lord will bless you with rain at planting time. There will be wonderful harvests and plenty of pastureland for your livestock Isaiah 30:23
The Kingdom of Heaven is like a treasure that a man discovered hidden in a field. In his excitement, he hid it again and sold everything he owned to get enough money to buy the field. Matthew 13:44
I was remembering this week a day 40 years ago when I worked with my friends putting up hay. Because I was the smallest, my job was to ride on the hay wagon and cross-stack the bales as they were thrown at me from both sides. Once the wagon had been packed high, I got the seat of honor up on the top. Then as we road on to the barn, I loved looking down at the tiny flowers hidden in the field and breathing in the aroma of the newly baled hay. God’s kingdom is in many ways just the same. Like the tiny flowers, It is hidden everywhere but seen by few. Its sweetness fills the air but to breath it in means entering in to the work of His harvest.
The Lord is my Shepherd I shall not want
He makes me to lie down in green pastures Psalm 23:1
When our pasture looks to us as dry as dust, God’s promises us it is green and lush!