As I look out my office window this morning, I am so glad another long and snowy winter is past! The grass is green and some of the trees are beginning to show the signs of life. While winter does wear away on me, I am yet of the opinion that I would not wish to live in a place where there were not such graphic seasons as we enjoy here in western Montana. These cycles are in the end very pleasant seasons. Our Father said, “summer and winter, spring time and harvest”, delightful and wonderful promise of His faithfulness. Harvest, what a wonderful time harvest is.
Having had the privilege to live in Iowa, Charlotte and I are acquainted with the pleasure of seeing abundant harvests. In the late fall when the corn is being harvested it becomes evident that there just is not sufficient space to store all of the harvested grain. As you drive through the countryside you can see huge piles of corn outside of the grain elevators awaiting train cars to be shipped away.
How I look forward to days of harvest in our labors for Christ. The times when God chooses to bring in the fullness of His blessing. Until that time we endure the winter seasons, the promise of springtime and the labors of summer. Let us never be weary in well doing.
Galatians 6:9
And let us not be weary in well doing: for in due season we shall reap, if we faint not.
