Reaping the Harvest
16:00 Posted In Christianity , Family Edit This 0 Comments »Sunday morning we were singing, "Our God is Faithful. . . I'm reaping the harvest God promised me, take back what the devil stole from me." Over and over as we sang, I was thinking of how it's harvest time. Jared and I got into husking corn Saturday. 54 ears later, they were into the boiling water and then cut off the cob and put into freezer bags. I'm so happy about storing up something so tasty to keep for winter. I thought my time to find sweet corn had passed. I was happy to find a truck load parked at the farmer's market on Saturday.


That's not the only harvest I was thinking about Sunday. My harvest is my family. In my early 20's I spent alot of time living alone, and I worked a full-time day job and some nights and weekends at the hospital. I tried to hope I'd be a wife and mother someday, but it looked so far away. I'd had some disappointments, and I threw myself into school and learning ultrasound to keep my mind in the present. I was working one weekend when I met John at a health fair. He wasn't supposed to be there that day, but was called at the last minute. We met and couldn't stop talking; so we went out to lunch. We've been together ever since. God is faithful.
That's not the only harvest I was thinking about Sunday. My harvest is my family. In my early 20's I spent alot of time living alone, and I worked a full-time day job and some nights and weekends at the hospital. I tried to hope I'd be a wife and mother someday, but it looked so far away. I'd had some disappointments, and I threw myself into school and learning ultrasound to keep my mind in the present. I was working one weekend when I met John at a health fair. He wasn't supposed to be there that day, but was called at the last minute. We met and couldn't stop talking; so we went out to lunch. We've been together ever since. God is faithful.

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