Harvest

The comments on the last post brought me to tears. I read them over and over. Thank you so much for your words, it is so good to read that support. Thank you, thank you, thank you, from the bottom of my heart. What good friends I have.

Wheat harvest has started, for the next two weeks (give or take) life will be busy. During this time Luke works 12-14 hour days, 16 hours yesterday. I'll be busy taking care of my girls, doing dinners (my sister in law is coming this year, we'll feed the harvest crew together). I don't think I'll have much time to update in the coming days, but if anything changes about Marie I'll let my prayer warriors know:)

Right now, she's okay. She's been having a lot of trouble with bowel movements the last few days, so I spend a lot of time rubbing her little tummy.

I want to share with you a story that our pastor told one Sunday. It is about a dying man, and he prayed to God for help. I can't remember the exact words of our pastor but the gist of the story is this. The man prayed for the Lord to ease his pain, the Lord sent skilled doctors. The man prayed for the Lord to lighten their load, the Lord sent people with meals, people to help keep house, people to help with his business. The man prayed for comfort, the Lord sent friends and family to be with the man. Though the Lord did not come right out and answer the mans prayer, the burdens remained, the pain was there, the man still needed comfort, he sent people to help in the hours it was needed most. Those people were like God's hands, doing the work, helping. I think that all of you are the answers to our prayers. Thank you:)

Ps 67:6

Then the land will yield its harvest, and God, our God, will bless us.

Lu 3:17 -

His winnowing fork is in his hand to clear his threshing floor and to gather the wheat into his barn, but he will burn up the chaff with unquenchable fire."

This verse is sweet to me. Firstly because it is from the book of Luke, and my good, good husband is named Luke. Secondly it is about the wheat that sustains our family, and my Luke is a farmer of wheat. We have certainly been on the threshing floor this year, we have been beaten, but it is my hope that we will be able to still yield fruit. The threshing floor was high on a hill, the grain of wheat would fall and the useless chaff would blow away. We are being threshed, the Lord gathering his good grains of wheat into his barn, and the rest are burnt away. I hope that we are able to hold on, to our faith, to one another, and most importantly to Him. Faith is something I have to work at daily, but I like the idea that I will one day be safely in the barn.

Much love-